Chapter 122

Bruno awakened from his drowsy state, his eyes half-closed adjusting slowly to the light. A large mug of coffee was being held out to him, and as he looked up, he saw Helena.

“Where am I?” Bruno asked, his voice still hoarse from sleep.

Helena gazed at him with a serene expression. “You're on the couch in my apartment,” she answered softly.

Bruno furrowed his brow, trying to recall how he had ended up there. “How did I get here?” he questioned, his mind still clouded by fragmented memories of the previous night.

Helena looked at Bruno with a mixture of concern and frustration. “I would love to know how you ended up drunk in the parking lot of my building last night,” she replied, her voice containing a hint of reproach.

Bruno sat up from the couch, his head throbbing slightly. “I'm sorry for that,” he murmured, his expression tense. “And the kids, how are they?”

Helena looked into Bruno's eyes, trying to convey reassurance. “They're fine,” sh