Chapter 7.

The most discrete.

About an hour later, Henry came out of the bathroom, he had already done everything he had to do and was completely ready and dressed, so he told his friend that there was cake in the fridge if she wanted to eat it.

 After that, he went out, grabbed his bike and started riding straight to the center of the city… he stopped at a few places where he knew they sold bags and suitcases and looked at the cheapest ones first, but he realized that the fabric was too thin and the wheels wouldn’t hold the weight of a woman, so he kept looking at other stores until he found the perfect suitcase. It was about 1.20 meters tall and had not only a pocket for clothes but two pockets in the front for some cosmetics, so this could be the perfect type of suitcase that could be broken so that one of the pockets could be like a window, so that she could not only breathe, but so that he could secretly feed and drink her.

So without looking at the price, he went to the checkout with his suitcase and paid for it, there were lots of sparkles on the suitcase and it was more than obvious that it was a suitcase for girls, as it was pink and had some designs for women or young people.

So many people looked at him strangely, ¿what was a 20-year-old man doing who kept his life reserved with such a flashy suitcase? ¿Was it some way of saying look at me I'm coming out of the closet?, was what many people could relate…

Henry knew that those comments would haunt him for the rest of his life, but at least he would have something good to tell when he was old and more wrinkled than a raisin…

When Henry arrived home with the bike and the suitcase, Thais had fallen asleep in the living room, he could see in her dark circles the anguish she carried on her back, it was something that should not be wished on anyone, not even she wanted your worst enemies, because that seemed to be consuming her as if she were some kind of drug addict who can't get out of her addiction, stroking her hair.

The man sighed, it was sad to see how someone's life was screwed up overnight, and more than sad, because it was extremely stressful to live that situation, much more when you know that you owe the owner of an association of thugs who profit from the most needy by overexploiting them at will, but the fact that the owner of all that was marked, was the way the world had to tell you: you are dead, there was no doubt that her friend was paying the consequences of her mother's actions and her father's lack of moral, who accepts that what his wife says is the law, even if those consequences personally are to damage the integrity and physical and mental health of your own daughter; that is not done to anyone, not even an enemy.

That lack of loyalty was simply the flip side of many parents' and society's coin, regardless of their social status and the relationship they had with their children…