10.
The July afternoon was sizzling hot, and the storm that had whipped through the city did not alleviate the heat. Just as fast as the rain had come, it stopped, and any trace of it dried up within moments. Dóra almost felt like she was in Bali, but of course, the dry heat in Budapest didn’t make you sweat as profusely as the tropical, humid climate.
“One more building… and then I’m done,” Szilvi declared. She appeared not to have slept at all last night, though she tried to hide her eyes behind large-framed sunglasses. Even her posture suggested how exhausted and sleepless she was. “If we won’t find her name on the buzzer, then let’s just forget it. We don’t even know what her new husband’s name is.”
“Maybe she didn’t take her new husband’s name,” Gabi suggested. “We should also be l
