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A whole week passed until I really worried about the existence of Miguel, because Anne began to question a lot about where we would meet, if he would be single, if he would come back at some point, where could she find him, and that bothered me to the point that, one night at bedtime, I tried to communicate with him through that link. The contact worked. I could feel when he received my concern as a wave of anxiety, and his voice whispered in my ears" although he was very far from my house - in that calm and serious tone:

"I'm not in danger, your spell works very well," he said. And I was already very pleased that at least I didn't have to deal with another important death in life, but he added: "If you're curious to know what I'm doing, I can let you in."

I understood what he wanted to say, but I didn't want to increase that thing between us. I didn't want to give in. So I punched the pillow a few times, imagining that it was the best I could do to vent the anger, and I forced myself