It was as if a vengeful spirit had suddenly possessed her.
Clutching the towel tightly in her right hand, Adela moved to her bed. She couldn't comprehend the source of the desperate feelings welling up inside her – Concern, loneliness, and an overwhelming ocean of sadness, all shadowed under the inexplicable urge she felt to go to the window. It was as if a rope made of steel was pulling her towards it, compelling her to look outside.
She took two shaky steps when the next breeze brought him in.
Egon appeared, holding onto the sides of her window. His face displayed a moment of calmness before quickly shifting into pure fear, his eyes darting between Adela's face and the glass of champagne on her coffee table. In a heartbeat, he was crouching next to her.
"Did you drink that?"