Chapter 26

I still stood in the room staring at the photo in my hand. No, I can't illustrate how my heart felt. My legs were depleted. I stood up from the couch but fell right back down into the divan. My lips became hot and clumps of saliva found their way down my throat.

I sighed and licked my lips with my eyes bulging out. I skimmed through the book for possible clues as to who the lady was but then I saw nothing. A number of thoughts crammed my head. Thoughts like perhaps she was the woman who kissed Antonio on his shirt. I felt awkward and betrayed. I knew I shouldn’t have felt betrayed because of my relationship with Dima, but I don’t know why it hurt. I knew I didn’t care about Antonio but the feeling was unexplainable.

I placed the photo back into the back and rushed to put it back on the shelf before Antonio might find me. It was still afternoon and he always came back home late in the night but he could never be predicted. Predicting Antonio would be predicting what God wants to do o