Chapter 59: Bloody Teardrops

As the minutes passed, slow as a damn turtle, the young woman regretted more and more that she hadn't asked the demon to take her along with him to find a place for her to spend a while. Artemisia had already told some isolated details of the small square, how many weeds were being born among the bricks on the ground, the amount of thrush that swam in the fountain behind her. When she went to pay attention to the time, she was hopeful that at least twenty minutes had passed, but the reality was really a slap in the face.

Artemisia was prepared to go back to looking for something insignificant and in large numbers to tell, when she realized that there was an old diary and a yellowed letter in her bag. She remembered that she was reading one of the pages Delfine had written in the diary when the car mysteriously stopped in the middle of the road.

She began to fiddle with her purse in search of that diary, it wasn't hard to feel her fingertips go through the leather cover, the young w