Cathy spent a few minutes in shock, trying to process what the pictures in her hand meant. She wanted to cry, scream, tear the pictures apart and throw something heavy out of the window - a chair, maybe. But she froze. She stood there in front of her kitchen counter for several minutes without being able to act, just watching the pictures over and over again, drinking her water sip by sip like it was vodka. Her first conscious action was to rush to her bag and pick up her phone to text Andrew before he went to sleep. She just said she was on her way to his place at that very moment and called an Uber. She used the few minutes she had before her car arrived to put on some clothes and she left, with the envelope and all the pictures in her hand.
- Andrew? - Cathy said, walking out of the el
