Alexander
I heard footsteps and immediately looked up… Someone was walking on the other side of the door… Each step sounded slow, unhurried. As if that person knew perfectly well that I had nowhere to escape, the lock turned, the door began to open… A line of light crossed the floor. And then she appeared.
Vanessa.
She entered slowly, closing the door behind her. She didn't say anything, she just stood there watching me.
I did exactly the same. The woman in front of me was no longer the same one I had seen hours before… No. That one seemed to have vanished. Now her face was completely serene, too serene.
She wasn't crying, she wasn't trembling, she didn't seem upset.
That, for some reason, worried me even more. Because when a person stops crying after losing control… It's because the
