Raquel
November 25th. We officially have thirty days and counting until Van Straus’ Christmas masquerade. Leave it to Lucius to remind me the clock is always ticking.
He sends me a text every morning with a new picture of Dad. I can’t discern much about his surroundings. The lighting’s too poor, the angle too shitty, and the camera quality is laughable at best. Lucius always makes sure to hold up the day’s newspaper just below Dad’s face to prove he’s still alive —for now.
Gabriel and I meet up with Anders and Klaus at a tiny café on the outer edge of Bern. There’s next to no foot traffic here. By the looks of it, this place doesn’t get a whole lot of customers, so we have the privacy we need to discuss things out in the open whilst also in a public place. Gabriel insisted we didn’t tel
