*
For several days later, all I could think about was that damn message. I saw the words boldly hanging over me, like an executioner’s sword, ready to come down and destroy me. It kept me up at night, and I didn’t know how I was supposed to deal with it.
When I showed Joaquin and Ethel, both of them panicked immediately. Ethel gasped and covered her mouth in horror, while Joaquin bolted out of the seat immediately and began to pace the length of the living room. The mugs of coffee which Morgana had brought when they arrived were abandoned on the centre table, none of us particularly interested in having any beverage.
“This has to be Damian’s handwork,” he said, clasping his hands behind him as he scrunched up his face in concentration. “He knows you’re alive, and he must have figured
