Szabina knew that she’d committed a great crime against someone she loved, against the Boy. She understood that it was all her fault. She silently prayed that everything would be fine. All of a sudden, she knew that this intoxicated, tripped-out state was not beautiful at all. It was the worst, most dangerous, absolutely damnable state of all. If only she’d listened to the Boy. If only…
Szilvi fell silent, and the others remained mute as well. But Dóra could no longer hold back her tears. Gabi sat silently and wondered if it had been a good idea to recall the events of that night. Maybe this was therapy for Szilvi, but she wasn’t sure. And what about her and Dóra? Did they really have to relive it all again? She took hold of Dóra’s hand. Her friend’s fingers were ice cold in the stifling
