Chapter 9: Révélation
We were in a lounge usually reserved for high-ranking clients. The air conditioning was on, cooling the room. Brenda was lying on a sofa, a damp towel resting on her forehead. After being forced to take a proper shower, I was finally able to join the conversation.
Lucy served us each a cup of coffee before announcing,
"Brenda has only just regained consciousness. Her fever hasn’t gone down yet, and I believe she’s suffering from severe migraines."
Cough, cough.
"I’ll be fine," she said before sitting up with some effort.
She spoke in a weak voice,
"If you’re all here, it’s because you want to know what happened to me."
I nodded.
"Don’t rush yourself, take your time," Iris reassured her.
Her face was pale, as if recalling a trauma. Her trembling hands gripped the sofa as if trying to tear it apart.