Chapter 13 Weight Of My Regret: Part 2

• It’s always easier to be angry and blame my shortcomings on others than to accept that maybe I’m the problem too.
• I watch Marcel pull the armchair from across the room, moving it to position it just a few feet from my bedside, where I sit. He lowers himself to it, leaning back into the backrest as he brings his hand to the underside of his jaw, holding his chin between his thumb and index finger. His intense gaze holds me, a stoic look playing on his face.
• What the hell is he doing..?