Noble hearts

Maria and I managed to arrive at the hotel on time, thank God, because both of them kept asking me who the person I'll see after work is and what triggers the change in my mood and demeanor.

On the way, the two of them turned into "Sherlock Holmes," a pair of investigators, wanting to know about my life, my other side of the coin, the one I don't want to touch because it hurts me.

They didn't let my mind process or discuss the Adal issue, "How does he know I'm in Spain?" Also, what's wrong with him knowing? It's not like he regrets it and comes to ask for forgiveness for his confusion and abandonment. I don't believe it.

To calm them down a bit, I told them I didn't want to touch the subject and that after talking to the person who called me on the phone, I would meet with them and bring them up to date on everything.

Of course, I've dreamed like the psychopath who keeps secrets, now both of them will have a lot of tools to talk sensibly. Even though they weren't very calm about w