AMELIA
I sneaked into the penthouse after midnight. We were indeed very far from home. I was hoping for him to be asleep, but he was waiting for me with the lights on, an empty bottle of whisky was placed on the bar table and I had a strong gut feeling that this would not end up well.
“Where were you? Do you know what time it is?” He raised his voice at me and I took a few steps backwards. He was reeking of alcohol, and it made me sick to my stomach.
“I lost track of time.” I said, because it was the truth. At least partially.
“Lia, I was worried. I… I would not survive if anything happened to you. I want to apologize for…” He stepped forward but froze in the middle of the movement. And I didn’t know what to think of it. Was he that drunk? But it was the change in his facial expression
