Vincent
I sense a lot of light through my eyelids, which surprises me because hardly any light enters my room.
I open my eyes slowly and see the time on my watch; it's definitely not the time I usually wake up.
I look around, puzzled, and realize where I am. Damn blackout. I remove the blanket covering me and leave the room, go up to mine, take a shower, and put on a suit.
I go to the room at the end of the hallway, enter, sit on a chair, and look around the room, remembering my life five years ago when I had it all.
"Forgive me, my love," I whisper to the memories in this room, leave again, and lock the door.
I take my phone to call Philippe.
"Sir, good morning, I'm already arriving at your house."
"Good morning, fine, I'll wait for you," I say and hang up the call.
I go down,
