Chapter 30
The next day was difficult. First of all, I slept very little. I’d gone to bed late, but mostly I’d spent a lot of the time tossing and turning in my bed. And I couldn’t even blame Victor for that. I blamed myself for thinking about things that I had forbidden myself long ago to hope for. Because yes, somewhere between two and four in the morning, I ended up admitting it to myself, I had started to have feelings for Victor. And that was very bad. Eight years ago, when Georges left me, I had gone through all the classic phases: denial, guilt, anger... until the moment when I understood that the simplest way not to relive something like that was just not getting attached. If I saved my heart from falling for someone, it would never be broken again. So I had relationships without a future, a
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