"Father, I'm coming in."
Vicente warned before opening the door to Andrew's room as he always did. As he entered there, he ignored the stench and looked at the man who currently looked more like a human skeleton than a man.
Andrew was sitting in an armchair looking out at the dark sea, with a bottle of drink in one hand and shirtless showing Vicente his ribs. The hair on Andrew's abdomen had grown a lot in the last months, but what was most striking about him was how thin his skin was, a sign of the low fat percentage on his body.
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