His mind was reeling.
Carmen headed to the kitchen, and returned with a strong black coffee and a slice of chocolate cake. As she walked in, the scent reminded him of her old house, the cottage near the lake. On his birthday every year she had baked him a cake and he would sneak away from the main house, through the trees and sit in her garden amongst the flowers, eating slabs of chocolate cake.
Every bite was like a hug, and in spite of his lack of appetite it was so glorious he finished it off.
'Ive been betrayed by so many people.' He voiced, aloud. 'My father, my mother, my ex girlfriend Jessica, my cousin, or should I say brother, Frank. Now Wilma too.' He sighed heavily. 'I don't even know how to process all of this. Does Luis know?'
She nodded, sipping a cup of earl grey tea.
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