On my second day at work, Sabelo wakes me up again in the morning and he makes me breakfast.
"I'll bring you lunch today." He tells me. I just nod. My mouth is full.
"What would you like to have?" He asked me after some time. Yes, right he doesn't know what I like. I tell him what I'd like. At 6a.m we leave the house. He held my hand. Maybe there's someone somewhere taking a picture. And I'm starting to think that's the reason he's holding my hand right now like he did yesterday morning. He takes me to the office with the promise to bring me lunch. I headed to my office. But today something kind of feels off. I try to shrug it off, thinking it's because the first day excitement has worn off. But I can't shake the feeling of dread. I walked towards my office. I feel like somebody's watc
