Chapter 50

Trying to find something to distract me, to ward off my certainty before someone else inside me also listens to it, the sound of a velvety voice and with the perfect diction of the British accent brings me back to the here and now.

"Why didn't you call me?

My bollards cover my eyes because of the haste with which I turn around. I'm still trembling, but a false pride prevents me from succumbing to my vulnerability. Henry approaches without the slightest hurry, like a murderer who is busy feeling all the fear of his victim before torturing her. I have time to straighten up, still feeling the weight against my diaphragm that prevents me from breathing properly.

“What?

Henry gets close enough so that the light of the house allows me to see his face. He seems angry. "I gave you my number to call me, not to serve as an ornament inside your pocket!

An unknown cynicism poisons my words. "I don't remember any number.

Henry get