Chapter 15: fleeting moment

WOLFGANG P.O.V.

I drive up the driveway toward the cabin, accompanied by Klaus, a mixture of emotions and thoughts racing through my mind. I feel pathetic about the way I reacted when Chiara dropped the glass on the floor. It's been a long time since I felt so worried about someone, and it baffles me.

I vividly remember that moment when I got out of the shower—hair dripping with water—when I heard the sound of glass breaking. The alarm went off inside me and without even drying myself, I grabbed the towel and ran to make sure Chiara was safe. The image of her, frightened and fragile, struck me in the heart.

I grip the steering wheel hard, remembering how I nearly exploded with rage when Chiara confessed that Manfrid had touched her without her consent. Anger builds up inside me as we approach the cabin. The cabin, that place we call that, is actually an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of the city. It's our place to get rid of problems, like Manfrid.

Karl, my best executor, awaits