This is not how I get to know about my life, through a nurse. No. I straighten up and hold my chin up high. I open the door and walk to Madame's room.
She is hooked up to some tubes now, but she is still awake. When she sees me, she stretches her arm towards m.
I walk over and hold her hand and sit to the c hair by the bedside.
"I thought you had left, gone to find out what exactly is going on," she says and I shake my head. "This is not how I wished you know," she finishes off and I look at her, wondering what she means.
"I knew that he was-"
"You knew about him and you never told me anything?" I ask her and remove my hand from hers.
"Yes, I did keep tabs to know what he was doing. I knew he was going out with another woman," she goes on and I stop hearing.
