I was about to go home, but things got serious.
As if the twist of fate wanted to hit me, the situation was serious enough for me to get on a plane myself and go see what was happening. And that wasn't a very frequent thing I had done, actually, I was putting everything at risk with a lot of my operations, but I wanted to check on Greta.
That was my real priority.
When Romeo told me that she had already been hit in the head and that generated severe brain inflammation, I was about to lose my papers and an intense fear ran through me completely, so I moved to try to be a source of support for Charlotte, it was the least I could do with her after having failed her in the safety of her daughter.
I had failed the only good thing left of my family.
We had a quiet agreement that no matter
