*Camilla*
As I walk into the town I honestly feel like crying, but it is like my inside has frozen over … maybe to stop itself from crumbling.
My feet feels like they are made from led as I trudge along, and I keep looking over my shoulder, not sure if I hope for Adriano to show up chasing after me or I fear it.
How could he ? I trusted him, even after seeing him with that woman draped over him last night … from what I could see it was not even the same woman … who knows how many he has slept with.
And the girl in his bed, she looked so young, which for some reason makes me feel even worse.
‘He was so amazing’.
Her words ring in my mind again, making me swallow as my very imaginative brain insists on showing me a movie of what it assumes happened. It is not something I really wish t
