“I trust you. It’s him I don’t trust.”
ARIANNA
After
three exhausting months and a lost battle, I need to recharge my batteries.
Especially since a few days after my meeting with the girls, my mask falls, and
I find myself sobbing in front of a picture of me and Paul at sunrise on the
balcony of our cottage.
I
only need a few hours to buy a ticket and fly to Santorini to take refuge in my
grandfather’s hotel. It’s not yet peak tourist season and I know I will have
relative calm. I’ll take the opportunity to start working on my next contract
which begins in three weeks.
The
weather is beautiful, and the first three days I enjoy the pool and the
beaches. I refuse to think about Paul during the day, but in the evening the
images of our nights together haunt me, and I feel like
