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KEREM

"Buabuaaaabuuuuubrrrrrbrrrr."

In his attempts to speak and play with his mouth, he spits up and I watch him from the side as Thammy celebrates those weird things Ali does. Doesn't she realize you're not a normal kid if you do that? With what need do you have to guarantee that my son is someone so strange? I don't think you can send a child to a psychiatrist so soon, do you? I know of children who at his age can even walk, but my son I fear that he will not follow the normal course of the rest of the kids that have been born at the time.

Will Zara's death affect his development?

Thammy catches my disapproving look and promptly wipes Ali's drool, however, I'm woken up by Elijah from my side who appears before they come to take our breakfast order. Thammy and Neville will have breakfast alone, Juliet for her part, we have let her sleep a little more (I don't dare to look her in the eyes again after what happened yesterday. When Neville found me I wasn't crying anymore, but I was on the edge. I don't know if I collapsed due to a panic attack. After talking for a long time, we came to the conclusion that my running away would be something with harmful consequences and that whether I wanted it or not, Juliet would allow me to reach Massera, something that up to now it could not be opened to me as a certain possibility).

"Dude! What a joy to see that you are still here."

As soon as I see Elijah, I stand up to find him in the company of Ian. I notice the latter in a hurry or angry, I don't know. Did he argue with Elijah?

"It was not in my plans to do something different. How about you?"

"Nice to see you too, friend. Have you had breakfast yet?"

"Nope. I was waiting for you" I inform him.

They then wave to Thammy and my son, but Ian walks up behind them and pats Ali on the head.

"How are you, champ? I saw you when you were born. To think that last time you were a kid who practically fit in the palm of my hand and now you're huge."

Ali's face is surprised when she notices Ian talking to her.

Thammy notes,

"He's a strong boy and very smart."

Yes, of course smart. Spitting and not even taking a few steps in the time he already has.

"Dude, we're running late," Elijah tells him.

"Excuse me," Ian says to Thammy, they say goodbye to Neville and we turn around.

On the way out of the hotel, I watch the glass elevator coming down (this one has a view from the ground floor of the hotel) and I find that Juliet is coming down with her eyes lowered, looking at her cell phone.

I snort, thinking about the chances that she's flirting or doing whatever with someone else.

"Isn't she your son's Turkish teacher?"

Ian speaks to me.

And I turn to him.

"Something like that."

We go out.

"She's pretty," he adds. "Very nice. And smart. She was telling me about her trajectory in translation and she has a good LinkedIn profile."

Did they even stalk each other on social media?

"Did she pass on her resume to you too?" I ask, trying to control myself so that anger doesn't try to surface again in me, because the confusion and anger situation ends up taking over me and putting aside any possibility of coherent reasoning.

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