Chapter Twenty-Six:
Julie's Point of View
I stormed into my room and locked the door behind me, my heart pounding in my chest like war drums.
For the first time, I saw that side of him; he was truly, deeply furious. His face had always been a cold mask of ice, devoid of features or emotions, but today he proved to me that the face I had been longing to see was actually my worst nightmare.
"You fool! How could you make such a fatal mistake?"
I struck my head with my hand as if trying to reclaim my sanity, which had deserted me back there.
I shouldn't have sat in that chair, and I should never have dared to speak to that man called "Mendoza."
My eyes fell on the wall where the large television screen hung, and beneath it, a collection of boxes and bags were scattered on the floor.
I approached them with hesitant steps and opened them; they were the clothes and books I had requested, even the hair dryer and that watch.. everything was there.
