Lucien

My aunt’s words keep replaying in my mind, and I can’t seem to push them aside no matter what I do.

“I don’t think it’s a good idea for you to take Ingrid there,” she had told me when we were downstairs and still in the kitchen.

“Why?” I asked absentmindedly. I had so much on my mind that I wasn’t paying full attention to what she was saying.

“Come now, Lucien. You’re not a fool.”

That was precisely when I turned my full attention to her. I narrowed my ...