LEO.

I switched the coffee machine on, smoking a cigarette as I leaned against the worktop, looking down at my arm. The wound was long gone, but the memory remained.

She was a fucking psycho, who the fuck went around stabbing people with whatever shit they had at hand?!

I overreacted.

I know I fucking did, but the moment Corrado started to show off his doll…

I wanted her out of my life. I needed her gone, but I also knew she had reasons that were forcing her to stay, none that involved me. There was something that she was running from, and I was certain it was linked to...