Bruno’s point of view
I didn’t go in, not that day. Not the next, I stayed away because every time I thought about stepping into that room, I saw the video again, I heard her voice and the guilt was suffocating. Everything that happened to her was because of me. If I hadn’t brought her into my world, if I hadn’t touched her, she would have been safe. Normal and untouched by all of this.
Two fuc*king days.
And it felt like two months. Deep down, I want to walk inside that room and hold her tight. But I couldn’t. Instead, I made the hallway my prison. I stood there like I had the night before…… and the one before that. The same spot, the same silence and the same feeling. The god dam door stared at me like it knew I didn’t have the courage to open it. It mocked me.
My hand lifted sli
