Elena
“I don’t know. You’re the one who invited me.” Marvin leaned back. “So you can lead the conversation. What do you want to talk about?”
What did I want to talk about?
I knew a few subjects, but it wasn’t like I could just jump into the questions. I was known to make mistakes, and the alcohol in my system added to my tricky mouth.
“In that case, I want to know why you were in prison.” I decided. “No lies, no excuses—just the truth.”
The playful look on Marvin’s face had quickly changed to a serious expression. Unfortunately for him, we were long past the phase of asking each other about our favorite colors. “It seems like it has been on your mind for a while, hasn’t it?” Marvin spoke.
I turned my head, knowing I would only pity him if I would look into his eyes. “It has. I need t
