Charles walked into the familiar restaurant but he was no longer the man that left those doors a month ago. A lot had changed in that month, he had experienced the most traumatic experience of his life which made him paranoid. He could barely sleep without reliving the incident, he tried taking sleeping pills but they didn't work so he resorted to what he knew best opium, whiskey and s*x. His paranoia was fuelled even more by the fact that he had a pregnant wife to provide for and protect. They had been married for only a few days but he felt that Grace was being a good wife so far. She woke him up with breakfast in bed, prepared his suit for the day and she opened her legs for him anytime he asked, he secretly liked when she spoke Italian as he was f*cking her, her moans and screams made
