A gust of winter wind blew in from outside the window, lifting the white paper on the table and then letting it fall again.
Crackling and clicking friction sounds, just like pressing the shutter button on a camera.
When the wind stopped, Nathen looked at the white papers scattered all around and felt his stomach churning.
He bent down, holding onto the table, and kept vomiting. But apart from the alcohol he had consumed the previous night, he didn’t throw up anything. instead exhausting all his strength
He lay on the ground, looking at the glaring incandescent light, and suddenly started laughing.
There was no laughter heard in the room
I could only see his mouth stretched to the maximum, and the twitching of the corner of his eye.
He was laughing
But it gave people the illusion of crying.
Chapter 24
On the day of Melanie’s burial, Nathen walked out of the house early in the morning,
He shaved his beard, cut his hair short, took a shower, and changed into a black outfit.
After going downstairs, he threw away the cleaned garbage, lifted his head, and stared at the room on the seventh floor with blow curtains hanging for a long, long time
When the first ray of sun rose in the early morning, he turned around, took out a key from his pocket, removed the doll on top of it, and threw the key into the sewer.
Afterwards, he entered the garage and drove straight to South Mountain. He didn’t know which plot was Melanie’s grave, so he had to look at from the bottom up
When he reached halfway up the mountain and saw Tera bowing, his whole body relaxed.
He wiped the sweat off his forehead and walked over step by step, gently calling out, “Mom.
Tara ignored him.
She squatted down and placed the bouguet of lilies in her hand in front of the tombstone. Then, she took out a handkerchief and wiped off the dirt and dust that had smudged the tombstone
She didn’t get up until she had wiped the tombstone clean, and then she looked at Nathen’s empty hands.
“What did you come for?”
