Anthony poured two glasses of water and offered one to Rhiannon.
“There was this one time, a few years back, when we were both so… wasted,” he continued after he took a sip. “That night, in front of a good scotch, Paxton talked about things that had happened in his life I knew nothing about. I mean, I knew something about his childhood years, but not everything. Even at school, Paxton kept a low profile.”
“What did he say to you?”
“Paxton was living with Amelia in a very small apartment. So, every time his mother was… uhm… falling in love, that boyfriend would come and stay with them. He said every man present in his mother’s life had tried to buy his affection with gifts, trying to bribe him into accepting them, but he never liked that. And hated all of them.”
“Oh…” she whispered.
“W
