#Chapter73

THE FOURTH STAGE

JOY

“Vince,” I said, my voice shaking.

He didn’t move. Didn’t turn. Only his shoulders heaved as he took deep breaths. I stood behind him at a distance, not knowing why I couldn’t walk toward him. I wasn’t afraid of him. I was unsure of what to do to make him become his usual self.

“I’m sorry,” I blurted, looking down at my feet like a disappointed child. I felt like one too. I was disappointed in myself. Maybe I should’ve just told him about the attack. But I wanted him to have a good time. “Vincent, say something.”

“I don’t have anything to say.”

“Good....