C157 The Human Heart Is Made of Meat.

Wesley took a few deep breaths and turned around to put out the cigarette butt in the ashtray. He then took the windbreaker from the back of the chair beside the table and held my hand as he walked towards the door.

I struggled to free my hand from his grasp.

Dorothy and her friends were having their birthday here. She might see us when we go out. It would be bad for her to see us holding hands