Carlos' eyes dimmed.
He knew it-no matter how clear the evidence was, no matter how it proved his innocence, Fiona... wasn't going to believe him.
Just like back then, when she said things even she didn't believe.
*****
Fiona went back to the place she used to share with Bruce and Ryan.
It was a small three-bedroom apartment, still echoing with traces of yesterday's laughter.
Leftovers were still sitting on the coffee table. The kitchen sink was full, dishes unwashed for days, mold already blooming. The laundry was still in the washer, forgotten and damp. The courtyard outside was buried under a thick layer of snow, untouched.
Typical Ryan. Just as lazy as ever. Without her and Bruce there, he'd somehow turn a perfectly fine place into a total mess.
She let out a
