Luca and Alberto were sitting in the living room when they heard the door open. Oscar entered, his face lit up with joy. His infectious energy filled the room as he made his way towards his parents.

"Hey, Papa! Hey, Dad!" Oscar exclaimed, holding up a neatly wrapped gift. "I got something for Felicia. Where is she?"

"She's upstairs, kiddo," Luca responded, trying to suppress his worry. Alberto, however, remained silent, his face stone-cold.

Oscar climbed the stairs, his cheerful laughter echoing through the house. Alberto turned to Luca, his expression grave. "I can't let him get away with it," he muttered.

"Alberto, he's our son," Luca reminded him softly. "He made a mistake, but he's trying to make it right."

Oscar returned, his arm around a timid Felicia. "Here," he said, handing her the gift. "I'm sorry about what happened."

Felicia unwrapped the gift, revealing a beautiful necklace. Her eyes widened in surprise, and she turned to Oscar with a small smile. "Thank you, Oscar."

Oscar turned back to his parents, holding another gift in his hands. "And this is for you, Papa." He said, walking towards Alberto.

But before Oscar could reach him, Alberto pulled out a gun. And in the blink of an eye, a bullet found its way to Oscar's forehead. The laughter ceased. The world stopped.

Alberto stared at Oscar's lifeless body, his heart pounding in his chest. "Oscar..." he whispered, falling to his knees. "I didn't mean...I..."