Chapter 17 Are you afraid, Martin?

I don't respond, nor do I turn around. Beside me, the water has started to boil, a sign that I need to prepare the pasta to go in. Meanwhile, behind me, Martin waits for a response, which I give briefly.

“Yeah.”

“Why did he come to you?”

“I don’t know. But I’m grateful because, thanks to him, I k...

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