I reached for the stem of a wine glass and ran my fingers along its delicate curve before letting it go just as carelessly. Then, finally, I turned to her.
My expression was blank. Voice colder than the bottle sweating between her fingers.
"Don't lay your filthy hands on my wine."
She wanted to protest, as usual, but I turned without another word and headed for the door, my mind already detaching from the scene behind me.
I had better things to do. More pressing matters to attend to. Like the man waiting in my basement.
I was almost behind schedule. I had to make a quick stop at Leropita Hospital to make sure everything was fine. Just a quick 'hello' check on them. Nothing more.
I still didn't ask them what Jasmine was there for, but I was certain my presence there reignited a certain understanding that was established between us some years ago.
