If the expression on Antonio’s face was of any indication, Tara would bet he had not expected her question. If she had to guess, she would say his eyes showed some deep-rooted sorrow at the mention.
Who was this woman who had broken his heart so?
“Let’s go sit in the living room,” he suggested softly, without looking her in the eyes. “This will take a while.”
And then, without waiting for her response, he began walking towards said living room. Tara followed him silently, not knowing what to say, wishing she could go back in time to a happier moment… but somehow, she knew that what was to unfold, what he was about to tell her, could affect them both - their present and future alike.
When they were seated next to each other on the sofa, Antonio fished out his wallet from the inside p
