The next morning I went back to the hospital with Sofia. My body felt heavy from lack of sleep but I needed to see Alex. The least I could do was be there when he woke up properly.
Sofia walked beside me. “You look exhausted. Did you sleep at all?”
“Not much,” I said. “I kept seeing the knives. Hearing their voices. And thinking about Damien. I still believe it was him.”
Sofia nodded but did not push. “Let us focus on Alex first. He is the one who got hurt.”
We reached his room. Alex was sitting up a little. His side was bandaged but he smiled when he saw us.
“Elena. Sofia. You came,” he said. His voice was still weak but warm.
I sat on the chair next to the bed. “Of course we came. How are you feeling?”
“Better,” he said. “The doctors say the wound is clean. No major damage. I will
