Chapter 50

• Elisa sat in the passenger seat, watching the images passing quickly by the window and fading into the distance, making way for new scenes.
• That's how she could define what the people at her club had to live through after that fateful night, hating it because it was something that wouldn't go away, even when Andrei had decided to leave it behind.
• Her eyes had stopped shedding tears a while ago; she simply played with her fingers without looking at them, feeling the stickiness of her blood between them after breaking the skin with her nails—a bothersome habit she had whenever she needed to release her frustration or stress levels.