Several days have passed, and I'm still waiting for Rafael to return. With all Stacey's worries, Crosby's fees and my own things I'm trying to find for myself, I keep looking at the door and listening to what is happening outside the small mansion.

"He's not coming back," I tell myself quietly, trying to tune in and not upset me anymore.

I understand everything clearly. I know that's exactly what I was after, and I still want to see it.

Help me, Alex.

Stan sits across from me, blocking the view of the hall. He does not pay attention to my displeased look, but holds out a glass of orange...