Toxic love
When I came back home, it was very late.
I hoped that Philip had not come back home yet, but the sight of the light on through the windows made my hopes collapse just a moment later.
I would not get away with it. It was too late to come back home.
I reached the landing, holding my keys to the house.
I envisaged to run away, go away. But what would I take with me? I had no money, and what I earned was credited to a joint account. I have not taken the problem into consideration so far.
I was tempted to call Officer Marziali, but such a temptation lasted just a moment, since I knew that he would hunt me, look for me, find me.
I knew I could not run away from what was expecting me. I fitted the key into the lock and turned it, trying to make the least noise possible.
He was
