#Chapter 168: Slow motion daydream

Alexander Funny how time seems to move at different speeds when different things are happening. The night of the attack on my father – those ten or twelve hours passed by in a flash. But then that awful argument with Fiona – that fight only lasted a few minutes, but it felt like an eternity. Everything just escalated so quickly. I don’t know why it surprised me when she was devastated to learn about her father’s fate. I thought I was being gentle enough, understanding enough, when I broke the news to her, but… I was wrong about that. Fiona is just always so calm and collected. I never expect her to be rattled by anything. And I’ve also seen with my own eyes some of the atrocious things her father had done to her. How he hurt and demeaned and tortured his own daughter. It was difficult to understand how she could still love the man, after all of that. But he was, after all, still her father… like she said, her flesh and blood. That fight felt like it spanned ages. Everyth