Michelle
Luckily for me, the subject I had picked to help me was still available.
"When can I help you?" I had been typing for about five minutes, trying to describe where I was, until I realized it might have been just another mansion in Milan.
“I don't know”, I typed back. “Once I leave, I'll let you know.”
I had stopped contacting the subject once I found Bruce staring at me one day after dinner. His eyes were too intense for me to bear.
"What?" I asked, shoving a piece of meat into my mouth.
He shook his head slowly. "Just a few things on my mind. Did you see anything?"
I shook my head, deciding it was time to end dinner despite how hungry I still was.
"Where are you going?" he asked.
"I'm tired, and I'm full." I didn’t wait for his response. Instead, I walked straight ou
