I finished drinking the third glass of water that Alexander offered me to calm my nerves, but it didn't help at all. The headache was getting more intense. I felt like it was about to explode at any moment, not even the pill I took three hours ago, when Alexander took me from the president's office to his own, could relieve the pain.
Everything was going from bad to worse. I couldn't wrap my head around the fact that my father didn't realize what he was signing, especially coming from Paul, knowing how meticulous my father was with the documents he signed, it just didn't make sense, none of this made sense.
How was I supposed to solve this mess when my parents were nowhere to be found? I couldn't think straight, and with every passing second, the desperation grew. This was becoming too m
