Through the frosted glass of the bathroom door, Estelle could see a vague, dark figure on the floor, suggesting that Cristofer had fallen.

“Why did you fall?” she inquired.

Instead of answering her question, Cristofer asked, “Has the weather changed?”

Estelle turned her gaze towards the window and realized that the wind had intensified, causing the trees’ branches to sway vigorously.

“Yes, the weather has changed,” she confirmed.

“Every time the weather shifts, my arm...” ...