Chapter 56
Julie's Point of View
The sound of the door closing behind him never left my ears, and one sentence kept echoing in my mind like an endless resonance:
"My father sold me for the second time."
I felt a coldness creeping through my limbs, and in that moment, my hand reached toward the side table to grab the scissors I had used days ago to cut the fabric of my emerald dress.
Here I am, sitting on the bed, my knuckles turned white from the intensity of my grip on the cold metal handle.
I opened its two blades, placing one of them directly over my vein.
Robert stood at the entrance of the room, stiff as a marble statue, his eyes wide, darting between my face and the glint of the metal in my hand.
His facial features finally shifted; shock appeared in the arch of his eyebrows and the trembling of his lower lip.
Then he spoke in a sharp tone that pierced the silence of the room:
"What are you doing, you madwoman?!"
