“No, you are not doing it.” Bion refutes for the umpteenth time.

I am seriously getting tired of his tantrums, for Christ's sake he isn't a child. But deep down I know he is scared for me.

He is worried that I won't make it back, I am worried I won't make it back, still I can't bear it in my conscience to let an innocent soul perish in hell.

“Mel, what you are saying is dangerous. Too dangerous.” Macho clips in.

Z takes slow steps towards me, resting her head on my shoulder as I if that is all I need. Maybe it is.

After Macho gave the news...