“Xheree!”
I heard Viel’s voice calling after me, but I didn’t look back.
A taxi was approaching from across the street. Without hesitation, I stepped forward and slipped inside, shutting the door as if I were closing myself off from everything, including him.
“I’m sorry, Viel,” I whispered, wiping the tears that refused to stop falling.
I had to avoid him. If his ex-wife, Matilda, found out that we were meeting, there would be trouble. And I couldn’t bear the thought of my little brother, Xeldon, getting caught in her anger. He had already suffered enough in life. I wouldn’t let him be dragged into another storm.
After a few hours of travel, I finally arrived home.
Instead of going inside immediately, I stood in front of the house and let my eyes wander over it. The house Viel bought
