Chapter 68
My friend sighed, dropping herself on the chair. She tilted her neck back and softened her arms. It looked like an undead, and that would have made me laugh for hours if it was in one of my normal days, but that was not the case. It was comical, but nothing funny. And Suzane seemed to collapse as if the whole world was falling on her only at that moment. I didn't doubt that was the case. She was holding the whole bar of a company attacked by the Brotherhood, dead employees, missing sister, hospitalized friend, husband being called by the police for clarification, and a country in chaos. And we both felt the same weight of that guilt. She wished for Jonathan's death, but still wondered about the past. Maybe someday I didn't want him to come back too to find out what would actually have happened.
"I'm exhausted," she said, taking her hands close to her stomach. "I'm with a husband who needs to go to the police on a daily basis, or will be arrested for somehow helping in the Brot
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