When I left the apartment yesterday morning, I never thought that the next day would end this way.
I look at Sybil on Chris’ lap as they exchange saliva. I’m frozen and my brain refuses to believe the information my eyeballs send it.
This can’t be happening.
Since his last text... I didn’t see Chris again. Nor in the evening when returning. Nor this morning. Unreachable on the phone. I contacted Jo... who remained evasive, with that detestable, sorry intonation in his voice. It seems that Chris had simply evaporated. Pat also had no news of her son until tonight. It was when I crossed his pained eyes that I realized something was wrong, and this infamous thing was indeed sitting on my boyfriend.
Why?
This is moving around in my poor mind like those old crappy screensavers that once ex
