The missing princess by Asmaa Nada chapter 1

only point out that acquaintance seemed a relief to Miss Trilawne and there was some kind of mysterious discomfort in her style that caught my attention. I instinctively felt that it would be less embarrassing for her to talk to me alone so I told the officer
It might be better if Miss Trilloni spoke to me on her own for a few minutes of course you already told me everything you know and I will better understand how things go if I can ask her some special questions. I will then talk about the important matter with you if I may
He warmly answered 
I would be happy to be of service to you as much as I can sir. 
I followed Miss Trilloni who moved to an elegant room that opens from the hall and overlooks the garden in the back of the house. When we entered and closed the door she said
I will thank you later for your goodwill in helping me with my problem but for now you can help me better when you know the facts. 
I said Keep going tell me everything you know and dont save any details no matter how trivial they are now.
Shespoke immediately 
Some voices woke me up. I dont know what they were I just know they came through my sleep. Nevertheless I found myself awake at once and my heart was beating hard. He listened anxiously to some of the sounds from my fathers room which is the next room next to my room. I can often hear him moving before I go to sleep he works late at night sometimes really late so when I wake up early as I do sometimes or in the darkness of dawn I hear him still moving. 
I once tried to oppose him staying up late because it couldnt be good for him. But I never risked repeating the experience again. You know how very angry it can be. At least you may remember what I told you about when he is polite in this mood he is scary when hes angry I cant stand it and also when its slow and deliberate. 
And he raises the side of his mouth up to show sharpness. I think I feel... hmm well I dont know how! Last night I quietly got up and stole the hearing from the door because I was really afraid to bother him. There was no noise or movement and no kind of noise at all. But there were some clouds and slow heavy breathing.
Oh! It was terrible waiting there in the dark in silence and fear. I didnt know what kind of fear I had. Finally I was encouraged so I turned the handle as quietly as possible and then opened the door a little bit. The place was completely dark on the inside I could only see the window diagram but in the darkness the sound of breathing became clearer.
It was awful and while I
was listening to this continuing sound and there was no other sound I pushed the door open at once. I was afraid to open it slowly. I felt as if there was something terrible behind him ready to pounce on me! Then I turned on the light bulb and I entered the room first looking at the bed and the sheets which were completely wrinkled until I learned that my father was in bed. But there was a large dark red spot in the middle of the bed and it spread to its edge which made my heart almost stop and while I was checking it the sound of breathing increased across the room and I followed it with an eye. 
The father was on his right side and the other arm was under him as if his body had been thrown there in a pile.