Daniel seemed to know exactly what she was planning and blocked the doorway again.
"You're not going anywhere."
She ignored him and shoved him aside, but he pulled her straight into his arms and leaned against the doorframe. His face turned pale, and he started to sway.
"Really? That trick again? I'm not falling for it this time," she said, trying to act like she wasn't so easily fooled.
He stayed silent, but the cold sweat gathering on his forehead just kept getting worse.
Her expression changed for a moment before she pushed him aside again and ran out.
Daniel grabbed the hem of her shirt. "You're still leaving?" he asked sadly.
She held her breath. "You're going to die sooner or later anyway. Why should I care?"
"You're so cruel," he said, letting go and laughing bitterly.
Chantelle rushed down the stairs with brisk steps.
Daniel slid down against the doorframe and sat on the floor. He felt restless. Pulling out a box of cigarettes, he lit one and took a deep drag.
