Chapter 8

• The murmur of the crowd made me lose focus more than usual. I turn my head from side to side so I can find Angelo where he indicated. He didn't give me a flight number. He just said Heathrow International Airport at 2:30 in the afternoon at the entrance of the City Merck cafe, and here I am a little desperate already.
• I reach into my handbag for my cell phone, to see if I have a call from him or I going to dial him immediately.
• I turn on the screen and indeed there is nothing. A nervousness has been attacking me since I left my apartment. Even Anne herself witnessed a certain tremor on my lips when I said goodbye.