The dark liquid in that expensive crystal glass burned my throat as I took a sip of it. But it also soothed me. I inconspicuously watched Elia as he walked around the room, God knows doing what. Picking up the intercom, he ordered something to Sabrina in Italian and then shot me a look before disappearing into the bathroom. I don't think I have ever sat this silent in all my life but today I was too tired and also a bit scared to open my stupid mouth.
Sabrina appeared at the door along with Lena carrying a number of stuff like a big first aid box, a small glass tray, a washcloth kind of thing and a big stainless steel utensil generally used to make dough. I eyed the stuff with myriad curiosity. What was he upto?
"Signore, le cose che hai chiesto," Sabrina said, looking suspiciously at
