OLD HABITS DIE HARD 2.

EIRA, HELSINKI ESTATE.

She stood next to the black SUV, gazing at the house with her shades on. If someone had told her that she’d be there years after what had happened, she wouldn’t have believed it but there she was, standing there and believing it.

Kirsi refused to step her feet into the house, she promised herself that she wouldn’t make such a mistake, ever. Going down memory lane, she took off her shades; sighing deeply.

Everything that happened that night was as fresh as it could ever be. They were all alone that rainy night, Charles wasn’t home to stop her from leaving, neither were his parents nor his siblings. It was just them and the maids.

They sat opposite each other in his study room, both staring intently at the other waiting eagerly for someone to break the silence between them.

“Let’s get a divorce… I want a divorce.” His voice wavered and once again, there was a moment of silence between them. She was as stiff as a rock, not revealing any emotions.