I stayed and sat on the bench for another couple of hours. It was peaceful to watch the sunrise over the Brooklyn bridge, but the inner turmoil I was experiencing canceled it out.
I pulled my phone out and turned it back on, waiting for it to reboot. Missed calls and messages started to flood in like crazy. A lot were from Nìkolai like hours ago, but they stopped. Then it picked back up with Isá trying to call me, along with cryptic text messages from her.
‘Call me when you see this!’
‘He’s going crazy, you need to get here now!’
‘Valentina pick up your damn phone!’
I called Isá back quickly, confused about what was going on.
“Why has your phone been turned off, Valentina?!” Isá snapped as she answered the phone.
“So I didn’t have any distractions, Isá. What the hell is going on
