ABIGAIL
When I come out of the shock of seeing him standing there, as if he were an apparition, I rush to open the door for him, realizing that if he stays there longer they can see him at any time, he has his forehead beaded with sweat, but he is trembling slightly because of the cold outside, so I close the balcony door and guide him to the sofa located in a corner of my room, and that is when I notice that his hands are injured, his knuckles are swollen and blood is gushing out of them.
"What happened to your hands?" is the first thing I say, although there are a million questions rushing through my head.
"Oh, it was the bushes," he says, and although he does have some cuts on the palm of his hands that evidence his passage through the bushes that surround the side wall of t
