Before William knew it, he was now at home, standing in front of the door. However, his mind wasn't there at all. His brain didn't know where he was.
He couldn't think straight. He didn't know what to do. His eyes roamed, looking for something to soothe his pain. Was there any? Of course, the mini wine cellar on the corner was always the answer.
William picked up a bottle and a crystal glass from the kitchen. He poured the drink mindlessly. He stopped when the glass was half full. Then, he sipped slowly, hoping it would ease the tightness in his chest. However, that's not what he got. He couldn't easily ditch the pain. Of course not.
The wound in William's heart was still fresh. He didn't expect everything Paula had planned to fail. The man recalled how Paula persuaded him to have sex in secret and would not tell anyone about it. But once they made a mistake and did it outside, that's when Lea saw them—in his car—playing hide the zucchini.
