The next morning, I woke up with an unbearable headache, one of those that couldn’t be eliminated with one aspirin, or two, or three, therefore, I was also in a bad mood, stressed, and anxious to finally return home, to my work, to my comfort zone. I couldn't stand another second in this city.
The flight was leaving in a few hours and I still had to finish packing some things in my suitcase and each time, it became impossible to finish packing without anyone's help, I was going crazy with so many things happening at once, with Tristan by my side, chatting and insisting on seeing his uncle who looked exactly the same as “Ales” again, to play in his wheelchair; checking the response from the Lancaster lawyers, stating that the agreed payment had already been made in the trial and on top of
