84 - Jessy

"Ah, get over it, Jessy," he grumbled, almost leaving the paper and gesturing with his hands in his effeminate way. Honestly, even I didn't know how I hadn't realized all that lack of masculinity. And it took me a year to realize it. Dumb was not enough. "I wouldn't call if I needed help, you know that.”

"Yes, because you know that I would only make the situation worse with everything in my power," I said with a wide smile. Nicolas didn't even blink. " But I still know that something is happening, or else you wouldn't have asked for this meeting. What happened?”

"It's about your father," he said, and suddenly I felt cold.

I was wearing a thick coat, pants, long boots, and even a cap. The cold had nothing to do with the snowy night, but with the subject. I got stuck in the chair, and Nicolas walked away too. So the weather at our table seemed too heavy even to other people's eyes, and I took my glass, sipping to ward off the devastating cold in my soul.

"What's wrong with my father? "I