A few long days passed by since I didn’t see or hear about Marco. I did receive some calls and messages but I ignored them. Meanwhile, I worked in a small supermarket by the gas station. My shifts kept me busy as well. I didn’t speak about my parents kicking me out of my house yet to Marco because he would throw his pity on me. I rented an apartment nearby the supermarket I worked in and stayed there. It was difficult and lonely but there was nothing else I could do.
After my shift ended, while I was walking back to my house, I received a call from Bruce who was also traveling outside the town I lived in.
“Hello!” He said.
“Hey,” I replied.
“What’s up? Busy? Are you at work?” He asked, he knew about my life and what was going on with it. It was
