40 — A little problem

From the moment I saw that message, it's like everything around me passed by in slow motion. Desmond came out of the shower, brought us breakfast… And we went back to the apartment. Each to his own.

I didn't have the courage to say anything about it, and Desmond didn't seem bothered by the message on the screen either… It seemed so natural, so unimportant. And maybe it is… But why do I feel so sad