After many days on the run, I find myself in a state of indescribable despair and anguish. Every moment I spend away from home, away from everything I know, is unbearable torture. My mind is constantly hammered with thoughts of William, his death, and the terrible accusation that hangs over me.
Today, I made a decision that may be my last hope. I take a deep breath, my racing heart beating in my chest as I dial the number of Tiago, my lover, hoping to find comfort and support in his arms.
The phone rings several times before finally being answered, and when I hear Tiago's voice on the other end, I feel a lump form in my throat.
- John? - His voice is full of surprise and distrust. - You finally decided to answer my calls, didn't you?
I feel a tightness in my chest when I hear the disappointment in his voice. I betrayed him, I neglected his messages, his love, while I fought to prove my innocence. How can I expect him to forgive me now?