Episode 7

As soon as I returned to the kitchen, I came across Gloria holding Elisa in her arms, and Megan sitting at the table, scrolling through her phone. As soon as she saw me, she came over in an attempt to console me.

"Hey Blake... kids are like that... it's okay, dear..."

I looked up at her and said a few words.

"Megan, if you don't mind, I'm going to ask Jonh to take you back to your hotel."

Without saying anything else, I got up from the table and went to the lounge where Jonh stayed when he had nothing to do, and politely asked him to take Miss Megan back to her hotel.

Promptly, he walked to the front of the car, waiting for her.

Megan left my house in such an angry manner that she didn't even say goodbye to Gloria...

On the other hand, Blake went up to his room and violently slammed the door. He felt furious, needy, abandoned... His greatest desire at that moment was to be dead just to be close to his wife again.

After taking off his clothes and throwing them around the room, he put on a pair of sweatpants he used to sleep in and sat on the bed.

There, unable to bear it anymore, he cried... like a lost, lonely, needy, abandoned child...

There, Blake cried just like his son, whom he should have given love and affection to, cried...

"Oh my god, Julliane, forgive me... I won't be able to go on without you..."

Between sobs, Blake clung to his pillow and eventually fell asleep too...

A new day was beginning in Chicago... It was autumn, so the mornings were always cold.

Helena had just opened her eyes and smelled a faint aroma of coffee in the air.

After stretching, she got up and realized that her aunt Gloria was no longer there. As she got dressed, she went to the kitchen to have breakfast and noticed a note left by her aunt beside her mug, which said...

"Helena, be ready at 4:30 p.m. I managed to get you an interview at Mr. Blake's house."

I finished reading the note, jumping with happiness. If there was something my aunt didn't know, it was that while I worked to pay for my college tuition, I also worked as a nanny, and it was a piece of cake... so taking care of a rebellious boy really wasn't in my plans, but if that was what would give me what I needed, we would figure out how to make it work.

Throughout the day, I must confess, while I was cleaning the house, and even later when I was getting ready, I remembered that piece of art I bumped into on the street yesterday, I remembered... That image was something that undoubtedly should be appreciated slowly.

After taking a shower, I searched for my best outfit among the many old ones filling my drawer, and selected a pair of jeans and a white button-down shirt that accentuated my curves.

On my feet, I wore flats, and with my hair, I made a bun and let two strands fall on each side to add a touch of angelic charm. After all, I should have some attractiveness to please the old Mr. Blake.