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.
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