I stared at the screen, lost in thought. This felt like the first time Carlo had actually taken the initiative to tell me his plans. In the past, whenever I asked who would be at his gatherings, he always acted like I was prying. He would snap, "I don't need to report everything to you, do I? Aren't you tired of this?" I had to coax him for a while before he finally calmed down, though he kept insisting that I stay out of his affairs. I replied lightly, "Okay."Carlo repeated himself, "It's really because she kept throwing up, and it got too late, that I stayed over. Don't read too much into it." I sent "Okay" again, and after that, he didn't send another message.That night, I ended up vomiting in the bathroom several times. Lucia wasn't the only one drunk tonight. I was, too. I was usually fine with wine, but tonight, just a few glasses of whiskey were enough to knock me out. I kept vomiting until late into the night, and even after crawling back into bed, I tossed and tu
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