SEBASTIAN

I sat for a few minutes in front of the window watching Teresa in the garden pouring all her frustration on a poor tree. If we continue like this in this depression, we will attract Vicky’s attention again.

He felt any kind of pain from me. And I really didn’t want to burden her with mine. She had enough on her head, too.

Only I could put out the fire in Teresa’s heart, and yet why not? She was so hurt that she refused to let me approach her. Yesterday in the library our souls ...