Chapter 124:
Julie's Point of View
After I finished bathing, I stood before the mirror trying to gather the fragments of myself.
I dressed quickly, then my eyes fell on Robert's white shirt lying on the edge of the bed. I approached it slowly, and with an involuntary movement, I raised it toward my face and inhaled its scent; it was the strong scent of "Oud," a fragrance that fills the lungs and makes the heart leap.
Suddenly, I realized what I was doing, so I threw the shirt violently onto the mattress as if I had touched a coal, and said with a faint rebuke: "What is wrong with you, you crazy girl?"
Breakfast was placed on the cart, but a lump in my throat prevented me from tasting much; I settled for a few small bites, while my stomach was churning from tension.
