Victor’s POV
She left with my son, and I stood at the window watching them drive away. I should have felt guilty because he is my son, the only good thing I ever made in this life, the boy I held when he cried and the man I watched grow into someone decent and kind and nothing like me. I should have felt guilty, but instead I felt nothing but hunger.
I watched the taillights disappear around the curve at the end of the long driveway. The red glow faded and then there was nothing but darkness and the reflection of my own face in the glass. I did not recognize the man staring back at me.
I turned away from the window and walked back to the sitting room. The wine glasses still sat on the table where we left them. Hers was half full because she barely drank, the smart girl knowing she neede
