Marcus and Sengei helped me push through the crowd of reporters who were slanted at the hospital entrance. Camera flashes fell on me anyway, constant calls asking questions, wanting to know everything. In the despair that captured my soul, I strode to the reception, far from the mist outside but closer to knowing in detail what was happening with Ismail.

The brunette over there, seemed to recognize me, in any case she seemed obfuscated with the commotion outside, she looked at me, tying everything up. Probably, understanding that the press commotion also involved me. It shouldn't have surprised me, after all, our “forbidden” relationship continued to be talked about in the media, as if it were the daily bread.

She kindly tried to calm my agitation; Marcus still hadn't left my side.

"Please, I need you to tell me how he is" I asked urgently, through tears that would not stop.

"She's asking for Mr. Al-Murabarak" the bodyguard explained, taking charge of me. I couldn't calm down, even if