Chapter 18

• From the first day, there seemed to be a non"verbal agreement, in my opinion, between Christian, Allie, and Guillian: in the morning, the blonde would come to make breakfast, make sure I took my medication and ate everything, she also helped me to bathe so I got used to being in the tub in my underwear while she helped me wash my hair since stretching my arms was still a difficult task for me, in the afternoon my boss would arrive with food from any restaurant he came across, usually he would just stay in the living room or wander around my house with his phone in hand and occasionally bring the doctor to check on me and see how my wounds were progressing, and at night Guillian and Kenji would stay over."
• "I'm not complaining or anything," I start to speak while stirring the pasta I had brought from some Italian place. "But if I remember correctly, I had a meeting with an airline at 2:30 and a dinner with a businessman with a weird name at 6."
• Christian looks at me from the other side of the kitchen island, placing his hands on the wooden surface as he lets out a sigh.