As Manon inserts his key into the lock, I suddenly come to my senses.
What did I come here for?
I could very well have found another place to wait until it was late enough to reach my rental. I could have stayed in my office at the estate, slept in my car, or even rang my sister’s doorbell. Although she wouldn’t have been happy to be out of bed so soon, she wouldn’t have held it against me, given the circumstances. No, I preferred, among all the possibilities, to follow Manon. And if that would have seemed strange in normal times, it’s even more so after the night that we both just shared.
If I had to take stock of what I think of him, I wouldn’t be able to. Contradictory feelings are mixed up, and that’s what scares me. When our relationship could be summed up by: he hates me, I hate
