Chapter XI

"Someday anywhere, in any place you will unfailingly find yourself, and that, only that can be the happiest or the most bitter of your hours"

Pablo Neruda

Every step I took down the stairs was a martyrdom, going down to the living room and knowing that the scene was repeating itself in my mind over and over again without being able to avoid it.

I don't know how I could live in this house if every time I turned around I could see memories of my mother or my father, every shelf, every damn piece of furniture reminded me of them, I hated that, I didn't want to but I couldn't change the feeling of abandonment that was rooted in My inside.

When I realized I had already reached the bottom of the stairs, Lisa was by my side encouraging me, I heard Daniel's voice come from the room along with another that I could recognize as Alexander, they seemed to be arguing.