Adam’s POV
What made me speak the way I did, I don’t know.
I regretted it, of course, knowing she had been waiting for me. Yet all I did to reward her patience was a cold greeting, one colder than the wind with the rain outside.
I continued walking towards the wardrobe, to get a change of clothes as she watched me from behind in silence.
I wish I could give her the attention she needed right now but various thoughts were swirling around my head like a tornado and my mind wasn’t at rest.
The face of the dead man whom I had questioned earlier kept popping before me like a holographic screen.
His final words before he gave up, the ghost continued ringing in my head like a broken siren, giving rise to an unrelenting migraine, sworn to see my end.
That was not the first time someone di
