“I’m… fine…” he groaned.

“What happened?” I asked, panicked.

“I got another beating…” His voice was weak and full of pain.

“What’s going on?” I looked at Rita and then Isabelle.

“The house is being emptied, and here’s the eviction notice. We have to leave… immediately.”

“No… that’s not possible!” I put my hands to my head, not understanding anything.

“Yes, it’s possible! You trusted him… and you shouldn’t have,” Isabelle condemned ...