She went on, “How have you been during these last three years?”
“Quite fine,” I answered with a professional smile, “Each day follows the same pattern: living, the studio and…”
Before I could finish, she cut me off, “You’re lying.”
Her face showed anger as she stared at me, as if searching for something.
“You used to be someone rising fast in business, admired by everyone. You also enjoyed traveling when you had free time. How could you really be happy staying in just one place?”
I shook my head.
She was mistaken.
Back then, I gave all my time to helping her grow her company. I only talked about liking travel so I could take her out when I noticed she felt bored.
She never knew that my hard push at work was only to save enough money to live the life I truly wanted.
That life was painting, but she disliked calm days.
So, I let it go long ago.
Now, I was simply finding my interest again.
Just as I was getting ready to talk, the studio door got pushed open.
Two police officers with serious faces brought in a person who looked confused.
“Mr. Zorrick, sorry to trouble you again. This victim had a wallet taken and there are no cameras nearby.”