Chapter 23

I returned to the room with a lump in my throat—my mind was so volatile, and the desperation I felt made me think many things. I couldn't conceive in my mind the convenient coincidence with Diego, and everything surrounding him—sitting right beside me, talking to me claiming to know who I was, studying the same course as me, the attire of the person who picked him up, his interest in me, the call that showed nervousness—everything was too confusing.

— Thiago, answer me — I wrote trying to calm my anxiety.

— Yes, Lisa, I'll sort it out tomorrow, please rest, everything will be fine — he replied after a while.

— Thiago, I don't want to be here — I wrote, immersed in tears, the anguish was annihilating me.

Thiago didn't respond and that hurt more, as only he could save me from so many worries he had imposed on me. Even though I understood that it was all for my good, that I had to study, that it was an excellent opportunity, no matter how much I controlled myself and told myself that I w