The image was from a comic book. A naked woman on the floor with her nose bleeding because she had injured it when falling, a half asleep man with a murderous look in his eyes and another woman standing in the door frame with a disgusted look on her face. Silence, only the cries of the nurse could be heard. “Baby, it’s not what it looks like.” So cliché, the words went out his mouth like he did not put any effort into it. Elle was tired and had no more energy to fight with what was in front of her eyes. For her it was clear, Damian was not an one woman man. She turned on her heals and left the room without turning around when Damian called her. “Baby, come back. Where are you going? Baby! Elle! Elena!”
Well, actually, the things in that room were not how they seemed a
