CHAPTER FORTY-TWO

  "What do you think you are going to find out?" Bella asked Achilles who was standing before his mirror stand, trying to fix the collar of his shirt. He quietly swiveled around to look at her on the bed.

  "Well… I have no idea" He said shrugging. "I can only hope they tell me something that would take us somewhere"

  "I'm nervous" Bella whispered in a worried tone. Achilles stopped what he was doing and walked over to the bed to meet her. When he was close he lowered himself on the bed and with his left index finger, he calmly pivoted her head around to make her face him.

  "You don't have to be"

  "I can't help it. What if we don't find anything meaningful. What if I have no origin for real"

  "That's impossible, love. Everyone has an origin and that's including you and I am going to find out. I promise"

  "Thank you" She whispered as she looked up at him. Achilles smiles and placed a delicate kiss on her forehead before rising from the bed.