Adrian.
It had been a few weeks since the fair.
Spain had been very good to me. I’d done the work. I’d built myself up with the money I got from my father. I had properties and was becoming someone worthwhile again. I was getting therapy as needed. Clean eating. I took morning jogs and did all the basic stuff that they said helps your mind catch up with your soul. It wasn’t magic, but it helped a lot. I felt clearer. It was so much quieter in my head now, sort of.
I had stopped drinking for a bit, at least less than I used to. That alone was a miracle. I still didn’t feel complete.
Why had I come to Spain in the first place again?
Dera. I had come to seek her out, to try once again, and I had ended up building a life here.
Every time I saw something beautiful, like a painting on
