I hear voices.
I don't know where they come from, but I hear them.
I try to piece together the fragments, my train of thought.
Memories appear, everything a mess inside my head.
Frank...Hospital...my mother...
I try to organize. I make an effort to open my eyes. And I manage to see two figures.
Am I in a car? I can hear the sound of tires on the road.
Yes! I was in a car with Mark.
The memories start to become stronger.
Wait! Ada?
Ada was with him.
No, this can't be. Ada is my friend. My only and best friend. She couldn't be with Mark. I remain silent. I use this to my advantage, so I can listen to their conversation.
"I don't know what you intend to do with this, Mark! I thought the plan was to get money from Frank. You said that when we had enough, we would go to Paris. And n
