After dressing up and filling my stomach with a piece of bread and some veggies, I went on to find out if it was really Don I heard. I asked a guard stationed in the hallway, "Hey, please, is Don really back?"
He looked at me with a blank expression on his face, "Don? Yes, mistress. His room is just downstairs, on the third block."
I nodded, showing gratitude and turned in the direction he pointed. My chest beat out for some reason. They were so many questions I wanted to ask him. So many slaps I wanted to give him. So many answers I wanted from him. So so many things.
I arrived in front of the door and breathed out momentarily. This was it.
I knocked on the door twice until someone told me to come in.
When I gently opened the door, I saw him sitting on the chair, lighting a cigarett
