He didn’t think I’d ever throw away the show, but at that point, I couldn’t go back no matter what. Sonny’s face had always been jovial and his eyes always had a little twinkle in them. Even if we’d get in a fight, right after we’d be laughing again. This was a new version of him looking at me with no feeling, completely cold to me as if I was just anybody. I don’t want to say he became a different person, but something about when he started smoking those cigars, he could look at me like I wasn’t someone who loved him all these years.
