Mike approached the bar in Alvar's room with a bottle of whiskey in hand. After pouring two glasses, he handed one to Alvar.
As he did, he noticed the scene on the computer screen—Hetty was standing by the window, half leaning against it, her face unreadable in the dim light.
"Did you two have a fight?" Mike asked softly.
Alvar let out a heavy sigh, feeling like a weight was pressing down on his chest. He threw back the whiskey in one gulp.
"We went to see The Perfect Day today. I think Hetty suspects something. She kept subtly probing me about my relationship with Elena."
"How does she know about Elena?" Mike asked, frowning.
Alvar poured himself another glass and downed it just as quickly.
"She saw a picture of Elena and me at my apartment."
"But she shouldn't have, man!"
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