MICHAEL
In the apartment, Charlotte charges straight into the bathroom, strips off, dropping her clothes to the floor as she vanishes into the shower. The clothes are disgusting. I scoop them into a plastic waste bag and dump the lot, hovering over the laundry chute, before settling for the garbage. She herself, even under the clothes, is filthy.
In the lounge, James and I wait together. “What´s our line?” he says quietly. “How mad at her are we?”
How do I answer that?
The woman I love abandoned me and left me numb with fear for her...
“Hugs first,” I say. “Mad later... Mmmm... I´m just going to take a look at her, now the worst of the dirt should be off. See what state she´s in.”