Book 4 : Chapter 41

A day later, Andrea's leg was healing fast. He was still limping but when I redressed the wound in the early afternoon, it had reduced in size, new skin had grown and he was in far less pain than the day before.

It had been a relatively untorturous twenty-four hours for me too. After saving his life, Andrea had the decency to leave me alone for the evening and I sat out on the balcony watching over Bogota for hours as the pink chalk sunset was replaced by the bright lights of the city.

I'd always wanted to come to South America. This wasn't exactly how I envisioned it happening but just for a short moment, as I took a deep breath of the fume polluted air and watched people on the street having fun, everything was sort of okay.

Apart from using me as a nurse to his wound, it wasn't until the following evening that he bothered me for anything else.

"I'm attending a party in the city tonight and you're coming," he said to me as he sat beside me out on the balcony.