#Chapter140

Leila

Days passed...

Yet none of us even dared to grab ahold of that handle and step inside that damned room, cowardly resorting to our daily check-up that mainly consisted in a silent and inconspicuous eavesdropping to her door, occasionally graced with the sight of Raphael fleetingly getting out only to grab food and lots of alcohol.

Yep. Alcohol.

Well at least she's eating.

My brows furrowed into a rather concerned frown as for the third time already in a single day, I watched him swiftly walk through the living room to retrieve yet another one of Rick's bottles, without even acknowledging our mere presence in the very same...