Chapter 59

• CHARLES
• I didn't get excessively far before I took out my telephone and got back to for more up. I didn't know who was alive and who was dead once again at the massage parlor. All I knew was that Ambrosio might actually be separated from everyone else.
• I looked over at Matilda, and I ended up thinking about the thing was going through her psyche. She appeared to be so brought into the view outside her window that it resembled the remainder of the world didn't exist. She was battered and wounded — dissimilar to anything I had at any point seen her like.