Then, he opened his eyes, filled with resolution. Holding December's tiny body in his hands, as if cradling the most precious treasure in the world, he carefully handed over the little life he had protected for ten days and nights to Max, who had been quietly waiting at the side.
Then, he didn't look again. He feared that if he looked once more, he would never be able to leave.
Resolutely, he turned away, each step seeming to use up all his strength, and walked down the gangway.
He heard behind him, Max soothing the once again whimpering December with a gentle voice.
He heard the heavy cabin door, under the influence of the hydraulic rod, emit a "sizzle" and then "bang," closing completely, sealing off that small world he was so familiar with and attached to.
The helicopter's engine started to roar loudly.
