Chapter 18 Guilt

• Before I can push the handle of the door, it opens from the other side.
• Danner stands in front of me, staring straight at me. My guilt comes up, I dare not look him in the eye. "Loraine? What is it?", he asks strangely. I walk in and throw my bag on the side table. "What should there be? I'm just very thirsty."
• On my way to the refrigerator, I see that the dining table is occupied with a number of dishes. Danner knows I love Italian, so he placed a generous order. I fetch a bottle of water from the freezer, put it right up to my lips and empty it in one hit. Dordrich taste has been flushed, but my guilt is not.