CHAPTER FIFTY ALEX DAVALO Some days are like this!“Are you not coming with me?” I asked Sandro, taken aback by his sudden change of heart. The previous night, I had managed to persuade him to join me in visiting Nadia at the hospital. Sandro, lounging on his bed with his arms behind his head, looked at me with an air of defiance. “It doesn’t mean we will stop making her life a living hell,” he said, sounding reluctant. “She must continue to feel our shadows hunting her even in her dream,” he had added.“I know,” I replied, feeling a mix of frustration and concern.“Fine then, we'll go see her,” he said.I had woken up early that morning, eager to get things moving. I thought Sandro was on the same page, but as I walked into his room, hoping to find him already dressed up, I was shocked to find him still in bed, though he was awake.“Why aren’t you getting ready?” I asked, puzzled.“I changed my mind,” Sandro said, his voice flat.“Changed your mind?” I ec
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