Nohing.
Frustrated, Isadore closed another book and added it to the pile of the old manuscripts she had already consulted, feeling extremely disappointed.
And tired.
Even though she had come to her senses when she woke up that morning, that apparent normality scared her, because she dreaded the moment when the shadows and lights would come back to haunt her, clouding her mind again.
Isadore couldn't live like that anymore, constantly worrying, wondering if she was going insane or dying, not knowing which was worse.
And most of all she couldn't bear the pain and pity in Uncle Viktor's eyes.
The same pity she had seen in the cautious look that Chlea had given her when the woman brought her breakfast, that morning.
During the whole time Chlea had been in her company, the woman had avoi
