Callahan
I don't look at my mother's portrait when I pass it but turn the corner into a darker corridor. I make my way to my study thinking about what Portia said.
That I have my mother's eyes.
It's such a strange comment to make. Especially from her.
Once inside, I close the door. The desk lamp is on. I set the whiskey bottle down, pull my sweater over my head, and sit before pouring another into a glass Lenore left on the desk. She worked for us before, too, and has been living with her family for the ten years since the m******e. She was one of the few people who knew Antonio and I were alive.
I took three bullets during the attack. Two to my torso, One to my head. They'd mistaken me for a soldier or I'm sure I would be dead now. No execution style killing for me. But I did watch f
