After Scarlett's performance at the theatre, we called a taxi and got back home. We had a small apartment near Piccadilly Circus, in the centre of London. It took ten minutes from the theatre to our house. As we walked in and closed the door, she hugged me, leaning her head gently on my chest, and closed her eyes.
"Hey, -I began- is everything okay?"
"Yeah, well, maybe not. The truth is that I don't know what's happening to me..." She said, almost in tears.
"Oh, what do you mean Sweetie? Is there anything I could do?" I asked again, very worried
"Again, I don't know... Maybe there's something, but it's too weird, and also a bit, like, scaring..." She replied
"Mmh. Tell me. What is it?" I was really confused
"I just, can't. It's not normal! I need to be with you. I mean, I need to sleep with you. I don't know, maybe I just miss Mum and Dad." I heard she started crying, and I couldn't see her like that, so I picked her up. When I heard she laughed a little, I brought her in the bedroom. We usually slept in the same bedroom, but in different beds. That night, as she wished, we would have slept in the same one...
