Hope

The next day I arrived at the mansion, it seemed even more silent and gloomy after what I experienced a short while ago. The uncertainty and tension gave me a bad mood. My mind was filled with unanswered questions. I felt trapped in that game. Where only killing was valid.

I got up from the couch that was in one of the rooms, I headed towards the bathroom to wash my face. I felt the need to clean my conscience, although I knew it would not be easy to get rid of the guilt that was eating away at me. I looked at my reflection in the mirror, trying to find some strength and hope in my own tired eyes.

After a long bath, I put on a clean shirt and pants. I walked back to the room where Lucia lay comatose, fragile and helpless. I closed the door behind me and left a message for the nurse not to come. I wanted to be alone with her, to share a moment and unburden everything that had been weighing on my heart.

I lay down next to her, feeling the softness of the sheets and the warmth of her lim
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