Adam pushes open the door of the house and I find the smell of waxed parquet soothing. I love this house immediately. I know that it’s not the same for Adam now that he confessed to me that his childhood here wasn’t the happiest. He never let it show.
It’s very late ... or very early. A choice. Dawn colours the room pink. My friend turns on the light in the kitchen. I join him at the wooden table and collapse on a chair.
“You should go to bed, Lena.”
“I won't be able to sleep. I’m too tense.”
“You want some coffee?”
I smile at him.
“With pleasure.”
He turns around, grabs some ground coffee from the cupboards, and starts the coffee maker. I watch him bustle about and gradually relax. He gives off a calm, unfailing serenity. Yet this man has been hurt so much in his lifetime. How is h
