Elena

Sicilia was an excuse. It was the perfect excuse to escape work and the ever nagging feeling at the back of my mind that I was being followed.

However, going there would also mean that I was facing another problem, which was Pablo. Just basically from the pan into the fire in my case.

And so once my paycheck came in I all but ran back home and hurried to pack a few clothes and also quickly made my way to the train station. I was so absorbed in my thoughts when I didn't notice I had bumped into someone.

“I'm sorry,” I apologized as I picked up my...