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 f*****g psycho, who the f**k went around stabbing people with whatever s**t they had at hand?!
I overreacted.
I know I f*****g 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 whatever the f**k happened that night.
If I was able to find out, I could have it dealt with, and then tell her she was safe to leave early.
Her phone. I needed to get to work on that s**t.
"Good morning, Daddy." Co
