Chapter 22: Tryson and some thoughts
Angel couldn’t help but gasp after the conversation she had just shared with Sophia. Surprisingly, the atmosphere of the room felt cooler than she had imagined it would.
Lost in her thoughts, she stood up from the bed, feeling a sense of curiosity stir within her. She walked towards the floor-to-ceiling window that stood just beside the bathroom, a reminder of how detached she had become from her own comfort.
A deep sigh escaped her lips as she observed the heavy curtains draped over the window, shielding the room from the harsh rays of light.
Gently, she gripped the edge of the curtain and pulled it back, allowing her gaze to drift outwards.
The city stretched endlessly before her, a maze of illuminated towers piercing the night sky. The lights, reflecting off the glass and steel, seemed to hum with the rhythm of the city, an almost hypnotic comfort that calmed her nerves.
Her arms folded across her chest as she inhaled deeply, drawing in the cool air around her. Her mind, however, was far from calm.
It raced with the weight of the conversation, with Sophia’s words echoing in her mind.
Was it truly the right thing to do? Was leaving everything behind, as if none of it had ever happened, the solution?
She sighed again, her lips pressing together in quiet frustration. The thought of leaving Tryson’s house, of walking away from everything she had tangled herself in, wasn’t as simple as it seemed.