It was already late at night when he got home.
Gino, who had been walking at a frantic, urgent pace, slowed his steps as he entered the hall.
He was afraid of disturbing Patricia.
But at the same time, he noticed something.
The night lamp that was always left on for him every other night was off.
The whole place was pitch-black.
Gino's heart began to sink again.
He pushed open the bedroom door softly, and called out in a low voice.
"Darling? Patricia?"
There was no response.
He fumbled his way to the bedside by habit.
It was empty.
Gino turned on the light.
The moment he turned around and saw those explicit photos on the bed, his face drained of color in an instant. He nearly collapsed to the ground.
Suddenly, a sharp pain surged in his chest, as agonizing as being cut by a
