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Isabella

He said he'd meet us at the aerodrome. Miguel sighed as he put his phone down. "Where is that?" I asked.

"It's a relatively new establishment," Julio explained. "It's nothing in particular, but it can be a very discreet area.”

“Why are we meeting there? There's almost nothing out there." He turned his face towards Miguel, who smirked and looked away. I had come to accept that silence was a good thing in instances like this.

"What's next?" I asked Julio, who had a sour expression on his face.

"We wait. We wait and get ready for the next two days. Hopefully, we won't have any funny business from now till then. Let's just try to keep things quiet until we're ready to go." His words would resonate in my mind for the next two days.

I had no clothes to pack, so leaving was relatively easy. Paula and I gorged ourselves on Joseph's impeccable cooking. He seemed rather sad to watch Julio leave but didn't express much feelings when it was obvious that Paula was with Michael. We said ou