“Open up! Let me in!”
It’s cold at this hour and he, like nothing happened, comes out nowhere with a hot coffee, serene and relaxed, giving the impression he’s ready to paint the town red. He doesn’t pass judgement over me or try to cheer me up.
“It’s still early for breakfast, but better than so much other stuff”.
I just nod and keep quiet. A silence which, however, does not last too long because it’s clear Amon has come here to talk to me.
“How are you feeling? I want the truth, no more of this running from predators,” he says, seeking my gaze in an inquiring way. I know what he’s doing and maybe I need him to do this.
“I feel like all I’ve done is make mistakes, one after another. The last one was calling Madison in the middle of the night and she then called you”.
“Right, l
