Chapter 6

• Marina
• Beach, wildness, heat, laughter. That's what usually describes a honeymoon or cold places too, but always arriving with joy at the chosen destination. But not with us, we didn't speak a word to each other throughout the entire trip. I slept after not wanting to cry over what had already been done, and that's how we arrived in Cancun.
• "Choose the place you want to sleep. It doesn't matter anyway," George said without much interest, walking past me towards the bar.