Carl had returned two days ago, and he hadn't seen Rena for four years. But as soon as he saw her, he gave her a hug and couldn't stop staring. Leo saw the proof in the photographs he was sent, and as a result he was positive that he didn't misunderstand Carl.
Carl must have liked Rena, and for many years.
“For years?” Carl murmured. “She was just a kid back then.”
Rena was twelve years old when Carl first met her. And when she was fifteen, he had left.
“A kid? She's a woman, now,” Leo said with a bitter smile. “She doesn't know who she loves...”
“Leo, I think you are misunderstanding me and Rena's relationship.”
Leo finished his glass of wine. “I can give you whatever you want,” he said slowly, slurring his words. “But not Rena.” His eyes were half-lidded as he til
