Chapter 4
Chiang Mai
There were no mishaps on the flight, except that the flight attendants asked me if I was sick because of the paleness of my face and how shaky I was. I arrived at the airport, took a taxi to the hotel, and prepared to spend the entire time there, not moving until they picked me up the next morning to drive me to Bangkok. Almost eight long hours of travel awaited me, with who knows who, thinking about what I had done. I had killed my beloved. Or at least she was once.
Next day I got a call from the reception to let me know that my taxi had arrived. I hadn't ordered one, but I assumed it would be the driver sent by Trakaul. When I went down to the street, an older man signaled me to come closer.
“Hi. I am the one in charge of taking you home ─He stated in Thai lookin
