Silent Boy [ENGLISH]

10.

She had not visited Sebastian for several days. There were things that were on her mind day and night and did not give her peace. Is she wrong in her assessment of Sebastian's character? Maybe George is right, maybe he is really playing with her. However, what would he get out of it? He is imprisoned and she is not someone who can get him out of there. There was something wrong and she didn't like it at all. Scarlett knew she had to keep digging. She had to find out the truth. But how far is a man really willing to go to find out the truth? A truth that may hurt more than the ignorance in which he lived.

"Scarlett, are you listening to me?" Thomas's melodious voice tickled her ears. She jerked out of her thoughts and focused her gaze on his face, which was almost clean, without a bloody mark on his right eyebrow and torn lower lip. His gaze was gentle and curious.

"I'm sorry, I wandered off," she admitted, biting her lip lightly. "What were you talking about?"

"I said George was a jerk for talking to you like that," he stood up and reached for the leather jacket that lay on the back of the chair he had been sitting in a few moments before. "As far as I remember, he dropped the case himself. He has no right to do that to you. Although, on the other hand, I would like you to be a little more careful about Sebastian. You know, just in case. "

"Are you worried about my well-being, Detective Calligan?" She smirked, and he smiled shyly and bowed his head, making Scarlett's cheeks turn red.

"It's my duty, Scarlett."

''OK. Noted.''

"I really hope so," he approached her and placed a hand on her shoulder, running his thumb over the fabric of her blouse. She liked the weight on her shoulder. "Come on, we're busy. We have to visit our favorite patient. "

''Ours? I have to admit that I am very impressed with your interest in the case."

"What can I tell you, Doctor, I like to surrender to everything completely'', he winked at her as they left her apartment and Scarlett got an indescribable desire to spread a smile from ear to ear like a teenage girl. Didn't I start to feel like a teenager with a secret crush a little too often?, she snorted imperceptibly at her thoughts.

As they started walking down the hall, an old Mrs. Hopkins from apartment 46 met them. In addition to being an old woman, she was also an old nuisance. She was too interested in other people's lives and showed it to everyone in a not so discreet way.

"Oh, Scarlett, honey, good morning," she wore a red lipstick that was stained on the edges of her lips, and her makeup was smeared in certain places. She was wearing gray tracksuits that smelled of some strong fabric softener. "I see that you often have this nice visitor. I'm so glad you finally moved on and found such a wonderful young man. "

Scarlett looked out of the corner of her eye at Thomas, who was looking at the old woman in amazement. "Thank you, Mrs. Hopkins, but this is not-"

"No, you don't need to justify yourself to me, darling. My husband died twenty years ago and I still miss him as if it was yesterday. But I'm an old woman; I do not have much life left to live. You are still young. You grieve with your heart, but you continue to live. "

She felt her lower lip tremble and the corners of her eyes sting. She was ready to burst into tears at any moment.

"Nice to meet you, Mrs. Hopkins," Thomas jumped in, realizing the result of this conversation, extending his hand to the old woman. "Unfortunately, we cannot stay and chat because we have some important things to do. Isn't that right, honey?'' He cunningly hugged her with his long arm like a shield that would protect her from the things she wanted to avoid in the outside world – from the truth itself.