Chapter 57:
Robert's Point of View
I closed the door behind me and walked through the silent corridor, while that single thought gnawed at my head with every step:
"What if I hadn't opened that door?"
The image of Julie clutching the scissors wouldn't leave my imagination,
as if the ghost of her lifeless body would have been waiting for me there with the sunrise.
I entered my room with agitated steps and went straight to the small cabinet to take out a bottle of strong alcohol.
I didn't drink from it; instead, I carried it and headed to the bathroom.
I stood before the sink, leaning my hands on the cold marble, staring at the reflection of my face in the mirror.
I uttered a faint curse directed at my shadow; since when did I care about a girl's heartbeat? Since when did Robert Cross grant chances for survival?
I was supposed to crush her, to make her an example, not to open a door for her to save her dignity.
