Chapter 32

I’m also not sure what time it was when I came back down, but it was late.

I was very hungry, yes. I had tried to write, but all that came out were a few words. I couldn’t concentrate if I wasn’t in my usual room, with the usual computer and the usual background music. I deleted the file and gave in to hunger. I don’t know why, in that downtime, I didn’t take the opportunity to look up information about these new people who were under my roof. Maybe I didn’t because when I thought about it, I felt even hungrier. And I wanted something not only to fill my stomach, but also to see if it could fill a little of the emptiness that had suddenly appeared inside my body.

When I reached the bottom of the stairs, my mood changed quite a bit.

The Japanese man was with his computers in the living room (he greeted me with a nod of his head when he saw me pass by), and Christian was sleeping on the large sofa, with all the comfort in the world. I saw a sleeping bag behind anothe