Chapter twenty.

Carella stood before a dead woman laying on the streched bed.

Her hands were fisted by her side and shaking as she smelled the scent of disinfectant.

No. She can't be dead?

Carella still refused to believe that Sophia is dead. She refused to hold the hands of the person infront of her and feel her long time saviours' hand for the last time.

The two agents were standing by the door, carefully watching Carella and Mark in the room.

"Can you give us a moment?"

Mark spoke up towards the agents without looking at them.

He knows that Carella wants to hold Sophias' hand in hers. He can see the hesitant tremble of her hands as she controled them not to go up on their own and turn her into an emotional mess infront of other.

James and Donald looked at eachother before James gestured to the little camera at the far corner of the room to his partner that he was sure neither Carella nor Mark had noticed yet.

"Sure."

James answered and walked out with Donald behind