BASTIAN
(Three Years Ago)
We sat down to eat at Sorita’s enormous dining table. It was a private meal with only a few privileged guests, including the chief of police.
If at any moment I had decided to turn to the law for protection and to protect my mother’s life, my hopes were fading, seeing the presence of the law at the criminals' table. I couldn’t believe how corrupt the system could be, allowing scumbags like them to operate freely without consequences.
Minerva couldn’t stop looking at me throughout the meal, while I ignored her. Apolo never told me if she knew me from before or how close Ulises, and she had been. These were details I had to figure out blindly without the right to fail, or else a mob war would explode. I had to ignore the fear that was chilling me to the bone.
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