Atlas rose to his feet, and followed Aveline, no questions asked.
She didn't stop until they were in her room. He closed the door, and rested his back on it.
The look on his face was that of a man tired of fighting. He was drained, and just needed rest.
"I wasn't honest with you earlier," She cleared her throat. "Now that I've slept on it, I think it's the right thing to do. Be honest, I mean."
He didn't say a word so as not to interrupt her flow. But he listened attentively.
"When I left the house earlier, I really did get a call from someone saying they could help you. On arrival, I found out it was Faiza."
Her eyes went to his hand and she saw the moment he balled his fist. Still, he didn't interrupt her.
"She showed me this," she lifted the flash drive. "This is supposed to be proof that you didn't commit the murder of Vanna. She told me a lot of things that I wouldn't want to bore you with their details."
