He knew the priest was bringing news from his short trip to Rome, and he'd rather receive them in this pleasant environment, far from the rest of humanity. "I used to come here with my son." "It really is a wonderful place." "We used to play here; skimming flat stones and counting the number of times they bounced off the water. I still feel that I can see him over there, at the water's edge," Esteban mused, emotional. Father Salas put his hand lightly on the shoulder of the father who was now suffering, gripped by his loss and melancholy. "I bring good news from the Vatican." "Really?" Esteban asked, thinking that he might have been saying that just to ease his sadness. "Yes. It is possible to perform the ritual of exorcism. Although this is a dangerous procedure, and also, in the best of cases, it will only allow us to save the souls of your son and granddaughter." "What do you mean?" "That you will not see them again... until you meet them again in Heaven," said Father Salas, hiding the possibility that those innocent spirits could be left wandering forevermore in Limbo.
