The Elevator

Key, the door

Nadia: Erica, Elena was looking at you strangely before.

Erica: Yes, I noticed, too. Let's not pay any attention. We've paid enough attention to a person like that.

Nadia: As much as I know you're right, I can't leave her like this every time. I'm so angry by her audacity. I'm getting something of a mania, and I definitely want to insult her.

I could see what she meant. We chewed some bitter almonds as we sat bored in her room under candlelight.

Erica: What do you think we should do to prove he's my father?

She leaves a hasty smile.

Nadia: Are you so sure it's him?

Erica: Absolutely. I know him well.

Nadia: I don't know, Erica, he's your father, so I feel like you have to be the one to make the decision.

I'm glad she shows me that she respects and above all trusts my point of view. But I didn't know what to answer and live up to her expectations, so I started thinking out loud.

Erica: Whoever was here that night wasn't alone had an accomplice.

Nadia: Maybe he called a friend of his with similar ideologies for help.

Erica: Maybe... Also the books were scattered on the floor, we saw it. Do we know if someone's missing from the library?

She left the bag of almonds on the floor.

Nadia: We never checked.

She took the candle and we went to the living room. I tripped a few times along the way. It was late, close to twelve, no one was awake. We crawled silently in the library, the candle changed hands, it came to mine.

Nadia: Light me.

I keep it at the height of her eyes that supervised the titles one by one. He started taking them off the shelves and opening them. ά, ΄β, ΄γ. Everything seemed to be sequential with no shortage in between. The line stops.

Erica: Everything's in place, none stolen.

Nadia: Maybe. On the other hand, we don't know if the issue or issues have been stolen. In the first place, we have no idea how much it was.

We were whispering disappointed, it looked like our effort was meaningless. There was a commotion, someone was coming into the living room. We panicked, they shouldn't have known we knew.

She blew the candle with force and threw me with a shove at the feet of the couch like she did then.I could feel her heartbeat and anguish, the steps were getting closer to here. They turned, key, the door.

Someone's coming out. She tilted her head to the side, I didn't have time to stop her, her curiosity defeated her agony.I didn't know what she saw, but lightning strikes pierced the niches of her eyes.

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