AYLA HURST

All the chapters are available here:  https://aylahurst.blogspot.com/p/no-mans-land.html The all story is available in Spanish here:  https://aylahurst.blogspot.com/p/alaskan-bush-people.html Since I had reached Browntown by the hand of Matt there was no night that I did not lie down in tears. We arrived in early spring, a foggy morning, and the whole family came to greet us at the beach. I stood by while Matt met with his parents and apologized for their behaviour. Ami cried, and her father also as soon as he was able to embrace his eldest son. Rainy threw herself into his arms, and the rest of the brothers became hard to avoid shedding a tear. Everyone was happy to have him back, but I felt like an intruder. Matt was the one in charge of approaching to his family, surrounding me with one arm the waist: You know Ayla, she's a good friend ... I hope you do not mind her spending a few days with us in Brown town. Ami held my hands in tears. They were rough and skeletal,...

All the chapters are available here:  https://aylahurst.blogspot.com/p/no-mans-land.html The full story is in Spanish available here:  https://aylahurst.blogspot.com/p/alaskan-bush-people.html When I opened my eyes the morning was well advanced. I turned quickly to see if Matt was still at my side or it had simply been a dream. There was no one, the bed was cold, but there was no doubt that someone had been there: I could not say for sure if he had spent the whole night at my side or if he had just been awhile and gone back to the couch, the question was that it was gone. A chill ran down my spine as I discovered my thin silk pyjama from the blankets, covered myself with a pink sweater, and went to fetch Matt. At first I thought he would be in the bathroom, but the water did not run, and he hated showers, he preferred the cold river water to a relaxing hot bath. I went down the stairs desperately, shouting his name. The sofa blankets were rumpled and the mini bar doors ...