MARCEL.

I returned home, hearing Winona and Corrado in the lounge and although I was tempted to go greet him, I knew she wasn’t comfortable around me alone. I had messed that up and I really have no idea why I did what I did.

Fuck, I screwed up big time and why did I even think she’d be interested? I was sixty; she was twenty-six, that’s a big gap. Sighing heavily, I headed to the kitchen to make myself a mug of coffee.

The trial from earlier was still fresh in my mind. Eric’s reaction was extremely worrying… Of course, I understand the compassion killing, rather than having someone...