Chapter 91

One evening I got a surprise visitor. There’s a knock behind the door and a wispy brunette peeks her head through the crack; it’s Ophelia.

“Helloooo,” she smiles. She’s come bearing gifts, carrying a huge bunch of roses.

“Wow, are those for me?” I ask.

“Yes, she says. “But if you don’t like them, I can give them to the lady down the hall. I walked into her room by mistake thinking it was yours.”

I respond by snatching the flowers from her, and joking, “Give them here!”

“I’m glad to see you’re in good spirits,” she adds. “Thaddeus says you’ve been feeling very tired.”

I sit upright and say, “That’s an understatement. Let’s just say I may fall asleep while you’re gossiping, so you better make it extra juicy.”

Ophelia looks nervously around her, “Then I got nothing for you, I’m afraid.”

She takes a seat opposite my bed. I can see something’s bothering her. “Hey, what’s up?” I ask her.

“It’s Astrid, I haven’t heard from her for the past few months,” she says. “The last time I spoke to her