Chapter 22

Mina's POV

I open my eyes, sure I'm in trouble.

A sour taste of liquor is settled on my palate and I feel my head exhausted, as if I had barely stuck an eye.

But inside me lies a feeling full, fresh, strange, that raises my self-esteem and vibrates every inner cell of my body.

However, it is in the sunlight and The Voice of Black Hamilton that anticipates that things are not very well. What I say, none of this is right at all.

I don't know how many times he may have been talking to me or calling me in his dreams, but his voice in the company of the sunlight filtering through the window is the first thing that leads me to open my eyes.

"Hey," he says, sitting on the edge of the bed, " now I understand how it was that you fell asleep that time."

"I... I'm... Sorry, I think... I forgot to set the alarm." And I'm almost about to end the sentence with a "Mr. Hamilton" like every time it's touched me to apologize these past few days.

"Don't worry, you didn't"

"And I didn't hear it?