Chapter 33: Help

I look at my building from inside the car. I don't feel the blood rushing through my veins and my pulse is racing. I'm scared to death. I know it's stupid to come here alone without notifying the police or anyone.

"Without giving the information to Santiago so that he knows that I am here, so that he can be pending in case of ... die."

I am not at all sure of my actions.

My hands are cold and stiff.

My soul aches to think of what that psychopath could have done to Sophie.

I can't keep counting on Santiago or Cristopher, things are the way they are. And so they must stay.

I'm alone. I have always been alone, and I will stay that way. I am destined for that.

It's the same feeling I had when Joshua died. I'm alone. I can't count on anyone, since no one is or will be there for me. I've lost contact with Charlene and Maxwell for years. I quit my job at the bar and moved from the place where I lived for so many years with Joshua. I wanted a