Chapter 32:// Caring for
Leo woke up in a small but cosy apartment. You could tell it was a woman’s place, cause it was pretty. Tasteful flower curtains, a matching colour palette in sofa covers and tablecloths, clean surfaces. It was a small and cheap apartment to begin with, but she had turned it into a place where a man could long returning to, after a hard day’s work.
It was a home.
He felt a sugary taste in his mouth, and was sweating hard. He tried to pick himself up, but his right hand was non-functional. Literally.
He propped himself up however he could and looked around. A bowl of mashed fruit was next to him, she must have fed it to him but he didn’t remember. The bowl and the tray was out of place, plastic, corporate. It reminded him of something. He read in the corner, “Pro
