Chapter 17

Mr Gilbert dozes off on the sofa while watching football, the sound coming from the TV set increased in a second and he jolted off and rubbed his eyes.

"What the hell is wrong with that guy?" He shouted pointing at the TV... "It is time to sleep, I need to get some rest." He added, he stood up and staggered to the stairs, he managed to get to his room. He knobbed down the handle and pushed the door, he got to the bed and saw his wife wasn't there.

"Where could she be?." He asked no one in particular, he looked around the room and his eyes landed on her. She was on the balcony of the room.

"What is she doing there?." He asked again. He wiped down his eyes and walked towards her.

"Sweetheart, you should be on the bed having a great sleep by now so why are you here?." He asked, leaning on the steel welded round the balcony.

"What Adam said was right, all I did was to defend Anthony over and over even if he did terrible things while I scolded others. I made him who he is now. I didn't