"You wrote this?"
I shook my head. "I was drunk. I don't even remember the book is in my house. I thought I'd lost it somewhere else."
Nina nodded as he looked at me in astonishment. The Wunsken book was in her hands, flipping its pages over and over as if looking for another sign of writing. "So this is it. This Wunsken brought your paintings back to you."
"And Paloma..." I sighed and turned my swivel chair to my back. My co-teachers were already gone so I texted Nina to see me here in the faculty room. "Nina, I can deal with my paintings. But about Paloma, well, I can't hide her forever."
"Yes, because she's going to drink all of your blood until you die."
"Funny," I snorted. "So, tell me, Nina. What am I going to do with Paloma?"
She turned her head to my laptop. "First we need to
