Chapter 70:
Julie's Point of View
I closed the room door behind me forcefully and leaned my back against it while my chest rose and fell madly.
I shut my eyes, but the image of the guard lying on the carpet did not leave my eyelids;
I saw his head tilting rigidly, and his eyes in which the final shock had frozen.
The calmness of Robert, the "monster," as he pressed the trigger resonated in my ears like a ceaseless ringing.
I rushed toward the bathroom with stumbling steps,
and with trembling fingers, I began stripping off my clothes and throwing them on the floor as if they were contaminated with leprosy.
I stood under the showerhead and turned the water to the maximum possible coldness.
My entire body jerked under the impact of the water that struck my pores like needles, but I did not move;
I needed this pain to expel the image of the corpse and the murderer's calmness from my imagination.
