101 - Jessy

A week went by without Hazz.

A week when I had to listen to my mother complaining to the four winds that I was putting his life at risk, letting her return to Brazil and remain unprotected. A week in which my sisters avoided talking to me because they said I was radioactive and fighting with all of them for no reason.

A week when I slept in a cold bed, no matter how hard I tried to warm up the room, and that nothing gave me any comfort at bedtime. My insomnia came back, along with all the nightmares. And now it was Hazz who I saw kidnapped, tortured and killed, not my father. And it was because of him that I woke up, sweaty, tired.

And it was because of him that my performance in the photo shoots was so pathetic and deplorable. I finished my work in Aspen and returned to Brazil, two days after his return. I could only think of going to your house, taking refuge in your ordinary life and forgetting that routine of work and secrets. But I couldn't.

There would never be a world where Jes