No matter how much he tried to psych himself up, to get away from keeping his distance and thinking the best, the bad taste in his mouth that he felt when he stepped on Colombian soil did not go away.

Not only the frustration of losing the last game, but your absence also bothered him, you were not at the airport, nor did you go to his mother's house, your number was useless, as if you had disappeared. Richard, in the midst of frustration and worry, covered himself with a jacket and went to your parents' house, praying that they would give him some news or information about you.

"Please, please, don't close the door, ma'am." Stopping the door with his foot, trying to avoid the slam that your mother was about to give him, Richard begged at the door of your home. "I just want to know something about her...please"