Tiffany ended up drafting a confidentiality agreement regarding my situation, as she intended to use it as a legal resource later on. After signing it, we exchanged phone numbers to stay in touch when she started to dig deeper into Arthur's affairs and, of course, when she could get her sister's gift.
When I left the office, I felt something strange in my chest. Something similar to what I felt in school when I saw my classmates enjoying what I always longed for: friendship.
Of course, what I had with Tiffany was only a contract. But it felt good to share some secrets with someone other than my own pillow. Surely, when I regained my freedom, the first thing I would do was have a sincere friend.
I walked home, using that time to pick up some groceries. Since my schedule hadn't allowed me
