Delnard walked into Josephine’s private room feeling a little bit dejected and tired. It took almost all of his will power to get up and leave Isabelle right there at the precinct and not turn around, haul her into his arms and carry her off into the night.
He shook his head and smiled at himself a little. In the past, he would probably have done it however, the past years since Sofia have indeed made him better. He no longer felt the need to put his heart on his sleeve and give everything just to make love stay. It was high time indeed that a the woman makes her own choice and all he can do is hope and pray that she chooses him in the end.
“Well, I hope that melancholic face is for you poor mama,” Josephine’s voice resonated across the room from her her bed and immediately made Delnard
