CHAPTER FIFTY

ALEX DAVALO

Some days are like this!

“Are you not coming with me?” I asked Sandro, taken aback by his sudden change of heart. The previous night, I had managed to persuade him to join me in visiting Nadia at the hospital.

Sandro, lounging on his bed with his arms behind his head, looked at me with an air of defiance. “It doesn’t mean we will stop making her life a living hell,” he said, sounding reluctant. “She must continue to feel our shadows hunting her even in her dream,” he had added.

“I know,” I replied, feeling a mix of frustration and concern.

“Fine then, we'll go...