Chapter 14I awoke the next morning shivering. Somehow the bed covers had come off during the night, and the apartment was quite chilly. I had fallen into a deep sleep after tossing and turning for quite a while. I dreamed a lot of my previous life: of how much I missed my mother, even though I hardly knew her, of the night my father died, of how scared I was when I first arrived in Spain. It was raining, a literal downpour. There would be no long walks today. I was stuck in this apartment.
The phone rang. It was Arielle.
“Rabi, come back to me. I couldn’t sleep at all last night without you.”
“But you do that all week,” I reminded her, still not totally on board with the idea of making up with her.
“Yes, but on Fridays I have the expectation that we will be together for two nights. Ple
