Chapter forty
Robert's Point of View
Quite some time had passed since the door had closed on Carlos and Julie.
I stood in the hallway, feeling the weight of every passing second, as if I were a stranger to my own place and authority.
I had no choice but to enter; anxiety had begun to gnaw at me, and the questions about what was happening between them behind that locked door were exhausting me more than the fatigue of this long night.
Standing outside, waiting for a signal from my friend to allow me into my own "property," was a feeling I had never grown accustomed to.
I opened the door, and though Carlos's gaze told me clearly that my timing did not please him, I didn't care. I wanted to regain control of the situation.
But Julie did not remain silent; instead, she launched those sarcastic words about Carlos's "age" and his alleged medications. I couldn't stop myself; I smiled despite myself.
