At the sound of the door being slammed shut, Evelyn jerked awake and sat upright. In her mind, for a brief second, she was still in the apartment in the United Kingdom where the lock system was shitty.
Her mouth opened when she saw Salvatore come in but it was the condition that he was in which made her speechless.
"Salvatore?" She whispered before getting up and going towards him who had stopped midway.
Taking in the side of his bloody dress shirt, her eyes darted to each and every wound on his body. "What happened? How did you get so—"
"Not mine."
"Hur—oh, okay." She shut up instantly.
Her eyes still wandered on the patches of blood on his white shirt. By the looks of it, it did not look like the blood of one person and if it was, then the person was definitely not alive anymore.
Looking away from her eyes went to time and she remembered why she was waiting for him in the living room in the first place.
