He stood in the middle of the room, contemplating her, sank under the white sheets.

Her head is under the pillow, she is trying unsuccessfully to hide from him her sadness and pain, her defeat and disappointment, putting him in a whirlpool of bewilderment and remorse.

How will Larissa be arrested?

How will others allow it?

How is he going to abandon her after all she did to him?

How is he going to kick her out from under his wing after he promised her that he wouldn't do it for any reason?

Larissa, his only friend, travel companion, and confidant, who saw him in all his forms, gave freely,...