Closing my eyes, I hear the sound of the old hotel television in the distance, something that strangely seems relaxing to me, amid this incredible boredom.
A month had passed since Luka and I ran away together to save him from his terrible marriage. I won't deny it, it's hard, but at least we are together, and Luka is safe, which is my priority.
No one could find us, at least not until November, when Luka will be 18 and his parents will no longer be able to make decisions for him. So we had to take action on that, and the first was to flee Chicago, as far away as we could.
Chicago was a beautiful city, and honestly, I would have liked to stay a little longer to get to know the place better and visit its beautiful sites. But we couldn't do that, as there were several risks of being foun
