CHAPTER TEN

My apartment was dark when I came home, but I could still see some of my roommates’ belongings here and there. Jake’s t-shirt folded on the armrest of the couch. His battery charger on the kitchen table. Martina’s adorable bunny slippers...

God, she drove me crazy when she sat on the couch with crossed legs, and made it dangle at the tip of her toes while she slowly rocked her ankle. She was completely unaware of the effect it had on me of course. It was simply something she did it when she relaxed in front of the TV. Here the other day she’d even put on a delicate gold chain with a ladybug charm on it, around her ankle, and I had to leave the room.

“You want her. That’s not alright, bro! She’s your son’s wife!”

Gray’s words kept ringing in the back of my mind, while all kinds of thoughts crashed against each other inside my skull.

“Fuck... Where’s that card?” I mumbled to myself. And while I reheated some of the Chili con Carne Catherine had made, I ransacked the drawers in my home o