Chapitre 50: Elizabeth Gilmore's Lover

Amelie entered her empty hotel room and immediately found herself enveloped in the soothing darkness of the night, which veiled the space with its comforting mystery.

She decided against turning on the lights; her eyes were already weary from the day's artificial glare. What she craved was a few moments of tranquil solitude, a brief respite from the busy hours spent preparing paperwork for Brittany's journey to France.

As she rested her head on the pillow, a pleasant heaviness settled over her body like a cozy wool blanket. She was on the brink of sleep when suddenly, she remembered something important.

'I was supposed to call Lizzy tonight. God, I almost fell asleep!'

Amelie retrieved her phone from the handbag and tapped on the messenger she used to chat with her best friend. She spent some time going over the last few messages she sent to her –– all left unanswered; all ignored.