5. Chapter

A week in which I have not seen his eyes again, seven days of apparent tranquility, have been one hundred and sixty”eight hours that the absence of the wolf has left me with a growing sense of suspense.

That's why whenever someone arrives, I fear it might be him. Relief washes over me every time he doesn't turn out to be that man. I've been in the room not knowing what to do, so I start to remember my quiet life in New York City, the moments with my father and Elena; and Grace's antics, which cause so much headache.

I think that remembering familiar moments makes me forget that I am here, and there always comes that point when the opposite effect happens. I am aware of how much I miss them, how much I miss them.

I need a hug from dad, a kiss on mom's cheek, also the mischievous smiles from my little sister. All of this tightens my chest, it's nostalgia, it's melancholy, it's a feeling that dominates every part of me.

Veronika enters, the maid, she is also taciturn, at least with me she