ALI
Dawn was breaking when we finally reached Sancho's house. This house is totally different from the place where we spent our first night since he came back. Describing the house as huge is an understatement; this house is more like a palace. It has three floors, and the front of it, if I'm not mistaken, is large enough to cover four blocks. I couldn't help but gape in amazement. I felt like a statue, unable to move or step inside. I knew his family was rich, but I didn't imagine he would be this rich. Suddenly, I felt very small, acutely aware of the vast difference between our lives. I was lost in deep thought when Sancho's baritone voice broke through.
"My love, come on, let's get inside," he beckoned, extending his hand. I stared at his outstretched hand for a moment, hesitating wh
