As soon as I read that letter, I packed my bags and headed for the airport, the next thing I knew I was on a flight to Paris, and seven hours laters I had made touch down. I then took an Uber to his address, knocked twice and he answered.

“Daniel,” he seemed suprised to see me.

I quickly got into helping mode, doing anything I could to loaden the burthen from his shoulders, cleaning, cooking, anything, just anything.

His apartment was a mess, I had my work cut out for me. I went through the quick barrage of questions

Does your work know?

Have you called your family?

He was still lying wake with the body, he told me after a pause in our conversation, mostly me talking.

“So I can see her?” I asked.

“If you want,” he said. I saw the woman who had said Martin need curing, so many memories of her flooded me, I was overwhelmed, tears ran down my face.

When it really came to, he was the one who had to hold me. We made arraignment’s the next morning.