Charlette’s P.O.V. (Continued)
“Well, if we see this way, so yeah, they have every right to be worried about us here.” Mona mumbled absentmindedly, but I knew that they agreed with me. Their faces were the mirror of their emotions.
We entered the same corridor that led to the exit of the building. I froze once again. I guess I won’t be able to come out of this trauma at any time soon.
“Char.” Mona held my hand immediately. I breathed out as I had held my breath unconsciously.
Cathy also held my arm from the other side.
“I am okay,” I whispered while lowering my head a little.
“It’s okay, Char. You are still braver than all of us.” Cathy comforted me in a very low voice.
“Yes, Char. You got up in less than a day. If I were in your shoes, I would have been lying in a psychiatric ward
