All good.

Nico and Noah were unavailable for two days straight until, watching the news, I discovered the campaign for this year's election was about to commence.

There he was, the smile on his face giving the aura that he had no problems, shaking hands with his shoulders straightened and chin held high.

The control he exhibited standing right on that platform, the mic close to his face, talking to crowds was unnatural, and although I was just behind the TV, it was as if he was staring straight at me.

I spent most of the time in the sitting room, losing my attention at the slightest distraction.

'That's a small sum for the two people that mean so much to me.'

When I told Clara, she didn't look as affected as I was; instead, she frowned, "I'm surprised you don't have that amount on you right now."

It dawned on her immediately, "Really, Elena?"

At first, the decision to be financially independent had come from a place of keeping up my esteem; I mean, being paid to be a wife was low enough. Or t