Days went by, and since my talk with Nicolas, he had driven away with a promise to come back. All he needed to do was secure me a passport under a different name and identity.

The farm was wonderful, and I longed to stay there for a while, but I couldn't shake the fear that karma would eventually catch up with me.

It was remote enough to feel safe, yet close enough for Silvio or Eve to track me down, which is why I never ventured far from the farmhouse.

I rarely left my room either; without my medication, I felt myself spiraling into panic and dread. Sleep eluded me...