/0/71874/coverorgin.jpg?v=ec15f5262b23f31092864f9e5eb887dd&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Part one
LILIBETH PALMER
Just like when you don't know what to say in a letter and you've already torn up five sheets of paper on the floor, that's how I'm feeling trying to start this story. And yes, I know logically you have to start from the beginning, but right now I don't even remember what that was. So, I'll tell you a bit about myself as it comes to mind... how this madness began.
Well, I was married, or so it seemed. Things weren't going well no matter how hard I tried, so I decided to leave the country, almost without him noticing, so I could leave peacefully, although with a broken heart, leaving my kids behind. I'll tell you more about him later.
My name is Lilibeth Palmer, everyone calls me Lili, and here I go, trying to make a new life far from a man who only sees me as a useless woman, using me his way for years. I always wanted a career, to be independent, but circumstances took me far from that. I love green apples, grapes, peanut butter, watching movies and series, and if they're horror, even better.
Through a sister-in-law, I'm almost in the beautiful country of Spain, I know nothing about it, only what I've seen on TV. I hate flying, I'm terrified of heights, and firearms, although I love white weapons, I've always wanted a zanpakutō (katana). As I said, I'm afraid of flying, so I'm currently sitting with my eyes closed, feeling queasy, and my legs are shaking like jelly.
A voice announces our arrival, talks about seatbelts, and I just pray for the plane to land before I faint or make a mess. A young flight attendant approaches me, dressed in a white shirt with a red tie, black skirt, and red shoes, with a nice smile.
"Is everything okay, ma'am?" -Damn, I look like a ma'am, really?-
"The bathroom, please." -That's all that comes out of my mouth without making a mess.
The young woman helps me get up and walk to my destination. As I arrive, I let out a sigh of relief... Oh God, I hope the next time I get on a plane it's to return to my kids and not set foot in this machine again. I'm afraid of heights, enclosed spaces... I'm a disaster.
/0/84751/coverorgin.jpg?v=1009f1babbff9b55ac86d4860801b34c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
/0/24615/coverorgin.jpg?v=967195f5c9b1b72e671078dc6ba6636c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
/0/72246/coverorgin.jpg?v=a2f7a7108380435a3305750d492610eb&imageMogr2/format/webp)
/0/20340/coverorgin.jpg?v=070b8120b7eabce1cb2fb2c5c13612b8&imageMogr2/format/webp)
/0/44042/coverorgin.jpg?v=68e069fbf512f1f94094b091b3c67eff&imageMogr2/format/webp)
/0/25011/coverorgin.jpg?v=88214d6b45570198e54c4a8206c1938e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
/0/1491/coverorgin.jpg?v=e6d5774d576d67aa0a075731611ee517&imageMogr2/format/webp)
/0/37384/coverorgin.jpg?v=a4c6b2df6df400a73ad9601caa46d242&imageMogr2/format/webp)
/0/42503/coverorgin.jpg?v=8129e08c5be673a953fc32d0071ef17d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
/0/20538/coverorgin.jpg?v=b71062fb2a7c087f0fe1cd7181e69ee8&imageMogr2/format/webp)
/0/21173/coverorgin.jpg?v=599b89867fbf98e5b93f86f063b70190&imageMogr2/format/webp)
/0/76254/coverorgin.jpg?v=e73aa000ca4cb084c30beb13563f8c85&imageMogr2/format/webp)
/0/57231/coverorgin.jpg?v=1a77701c7b472cb8a76b132e03965a42&imageMogr2/format/webp)
/0/32237/coverorgin.jpg?v=c4eb3b572f4ad0514455a7f9b3413e58&imageMogr2/format/webp)
/0/47400/coverorgin.jpg?v=638e1962168dc848c2fdb89c5295aaf4&imageMogr2/format/webp)
/0/56730/coverorgin.jpg?v=5c08659d3a61993f6beb29e0560cd423&imageMogr2/format/webp)
/0/24674/coverorgin.jpg?v=867806095512f935ba6bb1e61af0d3ce&imageMogr2/format/webp)
/0/50609/coverorgin.jpg?v=7f5660a8f09dec9eca3295092c10b383&imageMogr2/format/webp)