Chapter 51:
Robert's Point of View
The door closed behind Carlos, and I remained alone with the glass of whiskey he had left on the table. I pulled the glass toward me and began moving it slowly between my fingers, watching the ripples of the golden liquid instead of drinking it.
I leaned my head back against the leather chair and closed my eyes. Julie's image appeared in my mind instantly; she was still standing there, clutching Carlos's cane and pointing it toward my eyes.
I couldn't forget the trembling of her hands, nor the way she bit her lower lip to suppress her anger, while her eyes challenged me clearly.
She looked weak and strong at the same time, and this contradiction was what made me feel an unfamiliar stir in my blood.
I asked myself with annoyance: How could an eighteen year old girl shake the stability of a man like me? A man who spent his life amidst conflicts and blood.
