A week has passed since my last confrontation with Guillaume. Since then, I’ve been holed up in my hotel room. I hardly sleep at night, because I spend my time having nightmares in which I see Samira trying to kill me and Guillaume. I’m starting to feel suffocated within these four walls. Today, I’m getting ready to go out; I need some fresh air.
The sun is shining, but I’m wearing a white jumper and high-waisted jeans. I still have scars on my body. I go out and walk with no real destination in mind. I arrive at a park and sit down on a bench. I relax a little, close my eyes and take a deep breath of fresh air.
_ “Can I sit here?” asks a male voice.
I open my eyes and look at the man. A tall, fair-haired man with hazel eyes, a handsome man of about 26, dressed in a tailor-made suit. I
