The car ride took Diego 20 minutes, but it was 20 minutes of Claira checking in on him when she wanted. But he was grateful, grateful because he noticed the connection growing weaker the further he got from her. Her voice was a soft whisper in his head now and he was sure his voice sounded the same on her end.
Diego pulled up to his stash house and for a second he felt relieved. It felt like a weight had been lifted off his shoulders and he could breath. This was his safe space, his escape from the world. It was an abandon new paper building, Diego had renovated the two story building so it had 3 bedrooms 3 bathrooms, a large kitchen and open Livingroom. From the outside it still looked disgusting and broken down but the inside was lavish and furnished.
