I groaned, lifted my head and groaned again, but this time my body gave me a warning, and I somehow got to the bathroom just in time. No details, required.
Two weeks ago, Gerardo, or rather Lieutenant Cortés as he now was, had left a message: ‘number five on your list’. We had decided, however, to do nothing until my exams were over. God, he was stricter than the Goblin himself, my awful tutor. He was right, though, I needed to keep my father, and if possible, my mother, onside and some go