CHAPTER 12
Not knowing what else to do, Victor drove back to his apartment. Striding into the room, he passed the kitchenette along the south wall, so he opened the mini-fridge. Pulling out a bottle of beer, he shuffled over to his shabby sofa and flopped down, still seething.
It had shocked him to the core of his being that Caroline, sweet Caroline who treated everyone with respect, had come from a mother like that Cheryl. No doubt she had listened to that garbage her whole life. There’s no way it wouldn’t have had an impact, he thought bitterly.
The part of Victor that had loved this woman from the first day he walked into her class seven semesters ago ached to reach out to her, to go back and explain, or at least to call, but a cloud of rage squashed down the urge.
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