Despite the strong sun, I'm shaking a little when I park in front of Penelope's house.It is the first time since everything happened that we met, and it is to be expected that I am nervous to the point of feeling my frozen fingers around the steering wheel. Even though I've already completed a month since Jonathan's death and his father's arrest, I can't say how things are between us.In general, little by little everything has begun to return to normal, with reporters dealing again with questions about the horrendous economic situation. But there are still those photographers who are always looking to capture any fragment of information about the biggest federal controversy of the last decade "no matter how dishonest this is "in order to publish in dubious magazines.In my testimony to the police, I was instructed to omit details that could cause distrust and contradiction. My company is still being investigated, but the only thing that really matters to justice is that: Jonathan Ma
The body still has the same fragile, pale appearance, but when she notices my presence, she takes the oxygen mask off her face and offers me an immaculately beautiful and spontaneous smile."I heard that I will have to put up with a small version of you soon "she jokes, her voice sounding lethargic and angry.I laugh softly, occupying a place in the first chair I find next to her, leaving the table between us."Who told me about my pregnancy?”"The biggest gossip in Boston, also known as Colton Vincent Rock.”“Colton! "I reheal it with fun and Penelope's smile widens slowly.Colton's cheeks take on that lovely reddish tone."He looks so cute when he's embarrassed," observes Penelope, leaving the oxygen mask on the table.The comment makes me notice a quick exchange of glances between the two. It doesn't last more than a few seconds, but still, it's as if they both know exactly what the other intends to say without really talking. I put an arm on the table and keep watching in silence.
“I need to say that you look irresistible with this blonde wig, bourgeois.”Only the sound of Dante Laurentino's voice is enough to cause me an uncomfortable knot in my stomach; a mixture of irritation and fear. I could make it very clear with my facial expression that I do not agree with the meeting he made at the same bar where we met a few weeks ago, however, this would cause me problems with all the laughing customers who make noise at the tables that surround him."Just as I need to say that it's great that you are not part of the list of poisoned people who did not receive help in time "loose, smiling coldly.I don't know what I expected to find, but I didn't think he could be so normal after being hospitalized at great risk of death. I wonder how things would be at this moment if the gangster had succumbed to the poison in his veins and died. It would certainly not be welcome at this place and would still have to deal with his brother, at this moment ignoring our meeting and pl
Today marks five months and fifteen days since the day Hunter turned himself to the police.Four months from the point when Jon Maxwell received his sentence, and that Hunter was tried and convicted of association with trafficking. The calculations confuse me sometimes, I have used them to maintain self-control, although the last fifteen days have been the easiest to bear: it was the days that preceded a very small victory over Hunter's case, but indescribably tasty.New witnesses, new evidence, the increasing number of demonstrations, and the prosecution's appeal for Hunter's case to be reviewed, ended up taking us back to the hearings that determined his arrest. This time, I was able to attend his trial, without fear that my presence could break the victim mask I was wearing for all this period.I knew, since Jon Maxwell's arrest, that I was stepping on brittle ice. That any misstep would only give more fuel to the lies that have involved our names in recent months. Reason why I cou
Looking at him at this moment back to life in society, inside the office in my apartment, while the conditional agent warns him about how to take a shower without triggering the alarm on the electronic anklet, and noting on a map the limit he has to frequent the neighborhoods of the city while serving the terms of his sentence, I can barely distinguish my feelings and desires for his surroundings It's as if I don't know him anymore."If you take a step that is to the other side of the city, this light will turn red and a car will be triggered," warns the condition agent, pointing to Hunter's ankle. "If you commit a crime, no matter how small, we'll see each other again, Hunter. My visits will be monthly, but you need to attend a course and get a new job as soon as possible. Occupy yourself, show good conduct. If something goes wrong, I'll know. I'll be your shadow, practically.”Hunter gives a hesitant smile, but raises his hand to fulfill the little man."I think we'll end up becomin
We are in front of one of the cemeteries where unidentified people are buried. Hunter's uncle brought us here this morning, with the intention that I thought was a way to get closer to the family ties they lost over thirty years. It is the worst day anyone could have chosen to visit a cemetery without gates or any privacy, in an open field with a lot of dust and dead trees around.Path hand in hand with Hunter, while his uncle makes his way on the ground and talks about having visited each of the nameless tombs over the years so that he could bring peace even to those who have never had a family to cry about in their graves.It's a windy and terribly humid day, like the prelude to a storm.It's autumn, we are about to enter winter, and even the sun is misleading at this time of year. I'm wearing a scarf and above all, my body temperature has dropped faster than usual, and I'm always thinking of a way to protect my babies at all costs; even if the evil to be fought are the strong winds
I observe the funeral silence that seems to observe us as a living form. Nothing but dust and silence, it's all we become after we were dead. How many of these souls will ever find peace?"One day they will cease to exist, dear. They will never be forgotten. We will still be fighting for them. Remember what you told me on our honeymoon?”Hunter gently denies it with his head.“I knew a lot of secrets for you that night.”I give a soothing smile with the memory."And one of them was that if at some point I thought about giving up, I should remember that I still had a world to save. We still have a world to save, Hunt. The world that will be the home of our babies. Don't give it up. Not now.”Hunter retreats slowly, looking at my face as if he were seeing him for the first time. Maybe you are writing down the details and remembering others that may have been forgotten in your period in prison. The anklet deliberately hidden under his jeans shows no sign that he may have problems for bei
"It's great to have all of you here tonight," I say when I raise a glass of juice. "It's not a Thanksgiving day, but it's a meeting with the most important people in my life, and the last time I'll see you for a while.”My pregnancy will not reach the thirty-seventh week, like the pregnancy of a single baby, and that is why I had the choice to prepare for hospitalization in the maternity hospital with almost eight months of gestation. Recognizing this left me panicked at first, but I already knew that I could not rule out a cesarean section since my exams became more frequent each new month.The babies are big and heavy, my stress "no matter how small it has been in recent weeks" has increased the chances of a premature birth, and my anxiety has not helped in much to ensure my rest. I'm leaving tonight for the maternity hospital, and I chose to have a dinner with friends and family members "the only family that really matters" so that they can give all the positive vibes I need for th