Michael, a child marred by an unhappy childhood, harbored a twisted psyche, especially due to his father's harshness.
Only his mother showed him kindness, which perhaps sowed the seeds of an Oedipal complex within him.
Whenever Laura's name came up, a mix of longing and affection flickered in Michael's eyes—mostly reflecting his yearning for his mother, yet tinged with an indefinable emotion towards Laura, hinting at deeper, more complex feelings.
At this moment, my own heart was in turmoil.
It felt like a mess had just been dumped on me.
Suddenly, there was Michael, a son who appeared out of nowhere, a potential home-wrecker, and a man who had deceived me twice.
He was psychologically disturbed, yet I couldn't simply ignore him.
What was I supposed to do?
Should I just leave Michael to fend for himself with Luna?
Guilt over Laura gnawed at me, leaving me indecisive...
I found myself bereft of any clear thought, utterly disoriented by the magnitude of the shock.