The person at the stadium

Racheal walked into the dimly lit room, careful not to misstep or hit her legs anywhere.

Even in the faint light, she could see the outline of a person on the big bed in the middle of the room.

She squinted to get a better look without moving any closer.

So there was truly someone here like she had vaguely suspected.

Then the light came on, it was so bright she was forced to shut her eyes for a minute.

Then she opened them again.

At first, the light made her eyes water, causing her vision to blur. But as her eyes adjusted to the room, she saw the person on the bed clearly.

She gasped.

“I saw him at the stadium, what happened to him.” She asked, turning to madame Dalloz.

And why did the man look so much thinner?

“You’re sure you saw him?” Madame Dalloz asked with a casual smile.

“I did. That was the first time I saw your husband, he was with Delbert too at the President’s resort later that day for the meeting with my father.” Racheal explained, looking from the frail looking fram