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She hadn’t been able to see him enter the room —— suddenly, he was just standing there, talking about all the things she didn’t want to hear. And Cordelia, poor Cordelia, couldn’t do anything, except for listening to his story, until she was finally able to run. But where was a blind woman supposed to run? A blind woman, dressed in nothing but her underwear; darkness and fear surrounding her like a black blanket.
Even when this woman appeared next to her, trying to calm the headmistress down, it was so hard for her to relax after what had just happened. She felt so helpless and vulnerable, just like a stupid little child. Her trembling hands held onto whatever they could find, the medium’s cheeks, her arms, her hands, anything that promised her safety. “I—I,” Yes, deep breaths, slowly, in and out. One, two, three. One, two, three. Finally, she was able to talk, even if she was still unable to stop crying. “You saved me—, thank you so much. Thank you.”