Chapter 13

Any positives from today?” Camille asked Kristine, who hurriedly walked into the house and rushed to the fridge to take some milk. She took a whole glass in two gulps while Camille watched without any intention of interrupting her, but after she did the same to a second glass, Camille had to stop her. “I see your anxiety levels are night right now, you’ll probably drink goat piss if it was put in a glass before you.”

Kristine just stood by the dinning, no word still.

“Are you now deaf, dumb or both?” Camille was beginning to get worried.

“Okay, so I met one of the best receptionists in my life today, I saw arts…good ones, I saw some wonderful collection belonging to him and they appeared to me like what we are looking for…” She stopped.

“And?” Camille asked

“I saw death.” Sweat drops began to break through Kristine’s forehead.

“What do you mean by you saw death? Shouldn’t death be invincible?” Camille asked.

Kristine frowned a little at her friend, it seemed she was surprised at the w