Chapter 83 Routine

• I leave the club and walk to the parking lot, looking for my old car. It's a wreck, but it does its job, which is to take me home safely without depending on anyone. Although I have many needs, I had been saving up for a while to be able to acquire it. I couldn't keep spending half of my salary on taxis or exposing myself to the sticky fingers of some of my "colleagues" at work. For my mental health and well-being, I decided to make this investment.
• I unlock the car and open the door, throwing my bag onto the passenger seat and before getting in, I look around. It's as if I feel someone's gaze on me and I need to confirm it. My skin prickles as I become aware of the darkness surrounding me, with only a lamppost casting some light a few meters away from my position. I clench my jaw and grit my teeth to hold back the shiver that runs through me for a second. I don't trust anything or anyone in this place, and precisely because of that, I am afraid of what may await me when I am alone. It takes courage to know and fear the characteristics of your enemies, although I try to appear calm and composed while surrounded by vultures, I keep one eye open and alert to everything.
• I sigh and get into the car at once, as if I don't want to stay here to find out if it's just paranoia or not. I start the engine and drive off, heading home, heading to my daughter.