Chapter 107:
Julie's Point of View
I pushed the door slowly, and I was greeted by the heavy scent of oud that always clings to Robert's clothes, mixed with the smell of vintage tobacco that inhabits the corners of the place.
I closed the door behind me with cautious silence.
I bypassed the wide hall with its leather sofas and huge television and headed directly toward the bedroom; the most private place.
I opened the large wardrobe, and his luxurious suits and long coats appeared to me, lined up like majestic shadows in the darkness.
I passed my trembling hand between the fine fabrics, ignoring the sting of pain in my shoulders, but I found nothing.
I moved to the small table next to the wide bed, opening its drawers with eagerness mixed with fear, but they were empty except for some simple personal items.
I bit my lower lip anxiously and whispered to myself:
"Damn... where could I find it? A man like him must have an emergency phone hidden somewhere."
