Chapter 117

I didn't want to talk in there. First because I feared Flynn's reaction. He was very quiet, and making a point of talking to me alone, he kept looking out the window all the way of Paul, who absent-mindedly began to follow the route to his house, and did not sketch emotions while I threw worried glances in his direction. The only moment he spoke in a civilized way and without shouting, was when he asked Paul to take him to my house, and his friend obeyed.

Leaving us on the sidewalk in front of the building, Paul asked me to call in case something went wrong. And Flynn gave him a deadly look, as if he repudiated his friend's insinuation that he could do anything that negatively affected me. I nodded and thanked, following Flynn as he hurriedly approached the gate of the building, ripping off his disposable mask and throwing it in the first trash can he saw. He waited while I unlocked each door, until the last one that really led to my apartment, and as soon as he came in and I