My Dear Mr. Nice

Chapter 6 : It's my husband in this car!

Micaela's heart fell back into darkness.

The electricity on the third floor must have been cut off, what could she do?

She walked to the window, this was the third floor, below was the back garden, if she jumped, she wanted herself dead or crippled.

Her mind suddenly recalled a scene she had seen before on a TV show, and she looked at the bedspread....

There was only one small scissors in the room and Micaela struggled to rip, cut and knot strips of fabric.

A whole day had passed without her even being able to take a sip of water, and Micaela felt dizzy and lightheaded.

Micaela thought that maybe before she could get down with the strips of cloth, she would fall from the third floor because she was too exhausted to be able to hold on tight to the rope she was going to build....

It was getting dark and Adriana had not even brought her a glass of water.

Micaela's stomach was already throbbing with pain and yet she held on, the rope was almost finished.

If she really fell, Mr. Feijoo wouldn't want a cripple, would he?

The room was already dark and Micaela had tied the last of the cloth.

The sheets were a total mess, even the spare sheets from the closet were used, but she wasn't sure if the length was long enough.

Looking out the window, Micaela clenched her uncomfortable stomach.

She had to wait a little longer, they definitely hadn't gone to bed yet and it would be spoiling everything if she was caught red-handed.

She put the bag on, usurping the straps in her hand, and sat down under the window, bending her knees and hugging her legs to make her stomach feel better, and squinted her eyes so that she could save her strength....

Micaela was half unconscious and about to fall asleep when, suddenly, she heard the door open!

Micaela quickly got up in shock, the dizziness caused by her low blood sugar made her rush to lean against the wall.

The room was dark, there was no moonlight outside the window and it was raining.

The entire third floor was dark and without electricity.

The door opened slowly and a dim cell phone light shone in....

Micaela held her breath and prayed that she would not be found....

the same time, the expectation took over inside her, could it be Marcos

-Micaela, where are you?

muffled male voice

It was her uncle!

that had just passed through her mind

step forward, Sergio Elvira had already spotted Micaela and

are all asleep, go

-Uncle...

gratitude sprang from Micaela's

Go, be careful, I've turned off

her heart beating fast the

why her uncle was a coward in front of Aunt Marta, but right now he was the only one secretly helping

her uncle left her at

-Go away, go away!

a thousand words

wrinkled face and the darkness of the Elvira's house, Micaela turned

until she could run no more, but only stopped to rest when

did she continue on her way, looking pitiful as the rain soaked

first she had to find a reliable hostel to

time it was, it was raining, there was no one on the streets, only the street lights

that he would not

motorcycle crossed the street and

was still not far away, had already turned around and with

are you going

the one on the back took off his helmet and got off, he was a young

don't have an umbrella, why don't you come to my

boy looked at Micaela's wet clothes that stuck to her body,

is

them, but was stopped by the other man on a motorcycle who hung his helmet on the bike and pulled Micaela, she

rain clouded her eyes and Micaela

way, my family is out to

but the street was silent and not even God was

I was fooled by a

immediately

She was running so hard that she felt dizzy and her stomach hurt, she

you think you're

boy reached for