Arrival of a sworn enemy

IVAN

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Antonio informed me of Camilla's arrival as I stepped into the house. I stood at the edge of the glass door and picked my face towel from my right shoulder.

"How does your leg feel today, sir?" He asked, his tone laced with concern. I did not smile, I barely ever did.

To be honest, the sole of my feet were sore. The injury was from one of my numerous "tantrums". I had gotten into my depressing mood and shattered pictures of my wife and child on the floor. I stepped on the pieces of broken glass and the skin beneath feet tore open. It was impossible for me to walk without having them bleed out. So, I had been strapped to a wheelchair for over a week.

I was tired of that. The injury had began to heal, but the pain still remained as I walked. When Antonio saw that I did not answer his question, he continued, while we walked up the stairs.

"The board called today, sir. They need you to make an appearance in the next meeting, by next week Monday."

I paused on my tracks. I t