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My heart sinks, and I feel the tears welling up in my eyes. I try to blink them away, but it’s no use.
Felix notices, and his face softens. He pulls me into an embrace and strokes my hair gently as I cry.
“I’m sorry,” he whispers.
“The truth isn’t always what we want it to be.”
I know he’s right, but that doesn’t make the pain less real.
We stay like that for a while. Eventually, Felix sits back and looks me in the eye. He tries to hold my hand, but I shove it away.
I pull away. “Just leave me alone,” I say.
“What’s gotten into you?” he says, looking upset.
“What do you expect?” I say, beginning to sob once more.
“For me to accept your ‘truth’ and be okay with it? It’s not fair, Felix. It’s unfair that people may never be able to love freely without risking their lives.”
He takes a deep breath but doesn’t say anything.
I feel the anger burning in my veins. I can’t believe this is happening.
I thought Felix and I were making progress, but now I’m just feeling the same as I did before.
Eventually, I start to calm down, and Felix turns to me. He takes my hand and entwines our fingers.
“You’re right,” he whispers.
“It’s not fair. But sometimes, in life, unfairness is just the way it is. But I let Enzo go because of what you just said. What he did was wrong, but I let him live.”
“Well, how mighty of you!” I snarl.
He brings my hand up to his lips and kisses it gently. “What would you like?”
“Allow Enzo to marry in peace. Accept him as one of your own,” I say.
“You forget he stole, undermined me, did what he did behind my back. Maybe if he had come to me earlier…”
Felix’s thoughts trail off, and I find some comfort in this momentary lapse of what-ifs.
Perhaps, if I tell him myself, our future could be hopeful without him finding out from anywhere else.
“You’ve had a long day, Emily. I think that emotions are heightened. If you'd like, how about we rest and talk about this tomorrow?”
He waits for me to respond while we sit silently, our thoughts heavy in the air.
I want to reach out to Felix, say anything, to bridge the gap between us.
I want to blurt out that I am my father’s daughter.
But I decide not to. I don’t know what I plan to do, but if I take this any further, I may as well ring the alarm bells.
“You’re right,” I say, wiping away my tears.
“I need to sleep. Carry on. I’ll be right behind.”
He gives me a small smile, climbs out of the car, and strides inside the house.
