The days go by turning into weeks. Still, I haven't changed my mind about running away from this marriage I am trapped in. Nothing changes about Frank. He is still as strange as ever. One moment he is romantic and caring, the next he is abusive and cold. His mother keeps coming to the villa when she isn't busy with government work never losing her hope of getting her son and Victoria together. Every time that she visits, I try to avoid her as much as I can, and I am glad she no longer wants to initiate conversations with me.
I have struggled to get the story together but, finally, I finished it a few days ago. I am not sure what to do with it next; I am planning to call Colin and ask what to do next after I have finished editing it for the millionth time.
I am working from Frank's study.
