Chapter 135 The Thing I

• THE THING
• I chose not to tell my father that I was arriving. For someone who had endured hours on a bus talking to a woman I barely knew and who overnight seemed to become my best friend, a taxi was nothing.
• As soon as I arrived home, dropped off by the taxi at the entrance, looking at the gigantic wall that protected the property, my heart raced. It was a strange feeling, of returning to a place that I already knew and at the same time was not my home. I felt something between happiness and sadness, mixed feelings, just like me.