Chapter 93

Antony returned to the same bus stop he had gotten off at, but this time, the sun was even stronger, and the bus took longer than he had imagined. He was impatient and distressed. Maybe by the time he reached Irma’s house, it would be too late. She would certainly flee far away, and he would miss the great opportunity to regain his freedom. These thoughts only made the hole in his chest widen to unimaginable proportions.

Exactly twenty minutes later, the bus stopped next to him. Irma’s house was far from there, practically on the other side of the city. For a moment of insanity, Antony even thought about walking there, but he wouldn’t get very far.

As the vehicle moved forward, he devised a plan. He thought about the various possibilities and consequences. He would need to do everything correctly to avoid being discovered and to succeed in getting Irma to confess everything.

When he got off the bus, his heart raced. He walked a few more meters until he spotted the house in the distanc