Chapter 17 Handled
- |Rocco|
- As usual, I woke up angry that morning and kept staring at the cinnamon tree that was visible through my window. The warm cup of coffee was hitting the right spot and melting my anger as my thoughts drifted unintentionally to her. It took me a while before I could remember her name, we were not that close even when she was right in the same house with me.
- “Irena”, I sighed as my brain finally clicked