“How sad.”
Leah shook her head.
I had updated her on
Sebastian.
In the privacy of my own
home talking to someone who I knew wouldn’t judge me, I broke down crying.
Seeing Sebastian like
that, hearing his story, it broke my heart.
I was terrified for what
would happen to him if Tommy actually did show up.
Would he even care?
“Maybe Sebastian finally
caught a break.”
Leah looked down at her
glass, swirling the chardonnay.
“He isn’t scared anymore,
at least.”
I finished my glass and
poured another, grateful that I had picked up a second bottle on my way
home.
For a brief moment I
agreed with Leah.
Madness seemed like a
step up.
Maybe I would enjoy
madness.
“That guilt he has been
carrying around inside of himself. It must have been devouring him, mind, body
and soul.”
Leah placed her glass
down on the table.
“Guess he just couldn’t
handle facing it.”
Leah’s words made me
pause.
The wine was clouding my
mind, and I couldn’t fully grasp why they bothered me, but they did.
“Guilt can be a very
powerful thing.”
Leah smiled at me, but
she wouldn’t look me in the eye.
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