Leonard
I shouldn’t be watching. I knew this as soon as I heard them talking outside. I knew where this would go, and yet I remained here behind the curtains. I watched him approach her. I watched the way they talked, the way she looked at him.
He cupped her throat with his hand and I knew it was over—this was happening.
And yet still, here I stand.
I should’ve walked away, but even as she takes off her bikini top and he drags down the bottoms, I’m stuck in place. At least I move behind the curtain. It obstructs their view of me, but it also obstructs my view of them. Everything is happening beyond the flimsy gray fabric, the details muddied and unclear.
The window is open, though. I can hear everything.
It’s only when she starts begging, egged on by Carter, that I move away from the
