CHAPTER 59

CARL.

I arrived at the airport at 06:00 AM to take one of the few flights leaving at that time to Maracaibo City.

My son was staying in Caracas with his mother es and aunts, but with the promise that they would return before January 15, since Mark was supposed to be back to school by that date.

Sitting in one of the waiting rooms near the boarding gate, my phone vibrated. It was Nancy.

The woman had already shown me that she was a little crazy, calling in insistent ways and at odd hours.

I didn't answer her right away, just to test how urgent what she had to tell me was.

When another call came in, I decided it was best to take it.

"Hello," she greeted me and asked if I had woken up.

"No, don't worry. Tell me, did something happen...?"

"Carl, I must tell you something very important about Olivia," she cut my greeting short and I became alert.

That she said something like that, it wasn't good.

"Again? Olivia is well at your mother's house. Or apartment. Everything is ok. Don't fuck up m