“Bye!”
Matty kissed Clara’s forehead. Clara sighed. Her desire to go to school alone was ignored. The asthma relapse some time ago made me realize that Matty actually gave Geralt the control to look after her daughter. Like this morning, Clara left for college with Geralt.
“You did this on purpose,” Clara said in the car.
“What did I do?” Geralt was indifferent. He was focused on driving.
“You used my illness to gain my mom’s trust. You deliberately wanted to make me miserable at home and everywhere else.”
Geralt sighed. He looked through the center mirror. He looked at the traffic situation on the street.
“I’m just doing my duty as a brother. Nothing else.”
“What kind of brother? You just want to look nice in front of your dad. I know you’re just pretending.”
There was no reply fr
