Chapter 47
Julie's Point of View
The clock had struck nine in the morning. For the first time since my arrival here, I saw signs of satisfaction on the nurse's face; perhaps because, to my own surprise, I hadn't tried to tear the bandage off my face all night.
She told me in a reassuring tone that the wound was minor and its trace would disappear completely within a few days.
I rose from the bed with a strange sense of lightness and headed toward the breakfast table.
Hunger had taken such a toll on me that I devoured everything placed before me without thinking, until I felt like my stomach would burst.
It was as if my body were gathering its strength against my will to fight a battle I didn't know when it would begin.
I changed my clothes, choosing black pants and a black shirt, as if declaring a silent mourning for my freedom.
I stretched out on the bed and picked up a book, trying to escape between its lines, but the silence did not last long.
