Chapter 55
Well, at least the house doesn't smell like him. It smells like lavender, freshly washed clothes and jasmine. It's welcoming and warm, reflecting perfectly the personality of its owners. I know he isn't home, but that doesn't prevent my back to be straighten up with tension, or my hands to be shaking slightly. It's so awkward to be entering this house, with his family, on his f*****g country. Somehow I feel like I'm stepping into a forbidden territory, somewhere I am not supposed to be. It's been so long ever since I last spoke to him, since I last heard of him. It feels unreal to be here and yet, here I am. As I step into the living room, my entire body paralyzes. Hanging on the wall, there's a big picture of a green-eyed baby whose pink pouty lips I could never mistake for anybody el
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