Chapter 12 Olivia
Deneuve and Huppert have no clue what’s happening when I come home in the middle of the night, and neither do I. My cats are easily reassured with some food in their bowls, but I don’t have that option. My latest meal is what indirectly instigated this confusion in the first place.
I can’t believe I slept with Marie. My mind simply can’t fathom that it actually happened. It’s like time sped up and my brain got tricked into believing I’ve known her for months instead of seeing her a few times since she arrived in Bonneau. The copious amounts of wine had a part to play as well.
Never in my life have I slept with someone I barely know. Never in my life have I wanted to, except with her. At first, I believed she’d played me expertly. That she had unlimited patience—not tha
