A new life

EMILY

It was amazing how time flew. It was unbelievable that this life I was living was mine.

I was back in America but not in Alexandro’s house or the hotel. In fact, the only time I saw him lately was on the television.

I could live my life freely because all photos of me were taken out of the internet and I was a free woman. I dyed my hair black again, kept it straight and no one ever recognized me.

The last time I saw Alexandro was when he came to give me the deed of my dad’s house. I didn’t know how he got it but I was grateful for it. He offered me no explanation and I didn’t ask for one either. He sent a crew to help me move in, he paid me as he promised at the beginning of our contract.

I was a rich woman now.

My phone alarm rang in my pocket, it was almost time for my therapy session.

I sipped the milkshake in my hand as I climbed up the stairs. I got to the hospital a bit earlier, took the stairs to avoid people and have time to myself, and maybe took a little rest too as cl