waited a long time for this moment, for the moment when they said goodbye to the two of them and fled from here. Benedict had said it was no longer safe in this place. With all the excitement of finally having a job and money, Lisa had completely forgotten to confess to Destin. As of today, she would never see them again. A tear rolled down her cheek fleetingly. What should she do now?


She felt faint and fell over. By chance she fell on an old, dark green sofa that stood next to her on the wall. From a distance it looked as if she had first sat down and then lay down. But Benedict knew the real reason.


The magician finally freed himself from the boy's hugs and sent him to his mother. Destin almost danced with happiness at Benedict's arrival, knelt next to the seat on which his mother was lying and took her hand.

"Mother what ...?"


"Goodbye my boy!" she breathed. Now close your eyes. Destin thought at first she was going to die, but then he listened and found that she was still breathing. A doctor would call it microsleep, Destin thought. Sleeping sickness had set in since his mother stood on her own two feet. By the time he was 12 years old, the number of cases of fainting had increased more. She also swallowed more and more pills.