52. Broken Trust

"When trust is broken, sorry means nothing"

~ Unknown

I kneed my fingers together nervously, my feet tapping on the floor, I glance at Salvatore who has his back turned to me, he's making himself a drink in the corner bar in his office.

It's just me and him here, alone.

After witnessing the brutal torture Salvatore brought me here in his office, he made me sit down on the sofa while he strided away towards the bar.

I know I have to speak now, I am doomed, Salvatore's silence is killing me.

He finally turns around with two glasses of whiskey in hand, he walks towards me and sits beside me, I don't fail to notice the distance he has maintained between us which breaks my heart.

I'm craving his proximity, his hostile behavior is driving me nuts.

He silently puts down one glass on the table sliding it towards my direction, I stare at the golden liquid, I pick it up and gulp down the content in one go.

My throat burns welling up my eyes, I cough loudly, I slam the glass back on the table.

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