chapter 15

Helen narrates.

After installing my mother in her house, we went to the airport. She was so nervous that happiness did not fit in my chest.

Dylan had taken care of all the paperwork involved in traveling to another country and had also brought with us an assistant of about forty years of age, Miguel his name was he was the person who was going to be in charge of serving us, getting the wheelchair tycoon up and down, among other important things.

The trip was in high class. VIP to be exact. I was in the window part, enjoying looking at the sky. The adrenaline I felt in my stomach was magnificent, between fear and happiness.

"Moved?" she asked, taking my hand.

“A lot,” I said, blushing at his touch, which never failed to make me feel amazing.

"Make yourself comfortable, the trip is for long hours."

Dylan loved to read, so he always carried a book or two with him.

While he was distracted by his reading, I was able to watch cooking recipe videos on YouTube, with headphones, listen to musi