His gaze, burning with hatred, stood before his eyes, and the words echoed in his ears: “Get out ... don’t let her ever ...”.

No, I didn’t expect a warm meeting, I didn’t think that we would communicate as if nothing had happened. Yes, I didn't think about anything. I just rushed over to him, forgetting our last nightmarish conversation, his father's threats, everything. From the moment Antonina told me about the accident, nothing else just crossed my mind.

And now from this sizzling hatred it became physically ill. I told myself: everything is right, after those words of mine, anyone would have reacted the same way, or even worse....