When I go to Adam’s suite, I’m no longer the same. My world has been turned upside down again.
Jack is alive. I keep repeating this news to myself over and over. There’s nothing more beautiful.
But where is he? When will I see him again?
Like a zombie, I knock on Adam’s door. He opens it, clearly having just come out of the shower. He has wrapped a bath towel around his hips and is rubbing his hair with another to dry it.
“Lena, you woke up early!”
I don't answer him, walking to the window, worried. Concerned to see me in this state, he follows me and when I stop and rest my forehead on the glass, he puts his hand on my shoulder.
But I pull away, turn abruptly and stare at him as if I was seeing him for the first time.
“I can't believe it, you know who Attila Smith is.”
Instantly,
