MIRA
We stay like this for longer than it is appropriate. He is holding me around my waist and I am too afraid to move away. Because if I do – it will all be over. And I need this closeness now, even if it’s just for a few seconds.
Soon enough, he takes his hands off me and I suddenly feel much colder and much more empty. I turn to look at him but only see his back as he is looking out of the window.
He doesn’t say anything and I simply come closer and stand next to him, trying to see what he is looking at. But the night is dark and, however much I try, I see nothing in the darkness.
“Do you believe she is guilty?” I ask finally, “Isidore Vierne?”
“Do you?” he still doesn’t look at me.
“I don’t know. If our conversation down there was all fake then she should be acknowl
