Marco, in his sports kit, drove carefully along the road while I watched the streets of Sandton go by on my way to mass. I'd probably be a little early, and I'd sit on the bench where I often used to watch Apollon. This time, if I didn't see him leaning against his vehicle, I'd be able to see him in the evening and even the next few days at the penthouse. I hadn't seen her since yesterday, so I was still bothered by my conversation with Ane yesterday. Marco had remained polite this morning - no animosity, no sympathy. It suited me, the silence in the car didn't bother me.
- Please leave me on the bench opposite the gym.
- Yes, ma'am. I'll be at the gym, so after mass, you can send me a message or just call, and I'll give you a lift.
- OK.
I went downstairs and took a seat on the public
