Chapter 64

I felt terribly guilty for making that trip. For leaving David. So much so that in the middle of the week I had given up on going to Argentina with Damien, but after the doctor's own words that the chances of David suffering any changes in his state of health were very small, I ended up reconsidering the idea. On Saturday morning, I flew to Argentina with Damien. Argentina.

The journey was uneventful, although I slept most of the way. When we arrived in Buenos Aires, just after two o'clock in the a helicopter was waiting for us to take us to the island in the south Atlantic named after the owner. And when we finally landed Santiago, I was immediately fascinated by the beauty of the place.

Full of vibrant colors and exotic plants, as well as the sparkling blue sea that dotted the landscape in the distance. It was a true paradise. Santiago came to meet us in person and invited us to a dinner at a restaurant in his resort. Then he took us to the house he had prepared to receive us. Quite