Chapter 93:
Julie's Point of View
I looked at Axel, who was sitting before me; his wide black eyes followed every move I made, as if I were a prey under surveillance.
Now, with us alone in the room, terror began to seep into my limbs in the form of a cold shiver; I realized then that Robert's presence by my side had granted me a false stability that vanished as soon as the door closed.
I stood up very slowly, neutralizing my movements to avoid catching his attention, and walked toward the bathroom with steps that were almost fading.
Once inside, I closed the door and leaned my back against it, placing my palm over my heart, which was clearly pounding under my shirt.
I breathed deeply and spoke to myself in a shaky voice:
"Calm down, Julie... this dog is harmless."
I tightened my grip on the edge of the sink until my knuckles turned white, trying to expel the image of the dog that tore my sweater two years ago from my imagination; yes, not all dogs are the same.
