Chill After Night Falls

白露 [4] / [4]

As it was not a complex recipe, Cynthia took a shower while Alexander chopped various kinds of vegetables, and handled the meat. When he put the noodles into the pot, his phone rang.

"I got another threatening message."

It was Violet.

"I'm too scared to endure this alone. I will testify to everything. Right now. Let me escape from this nightmare now, please."

She was sobbing again. The water in the pot was boiling aggressively, waiting for the noodles inside to boil.

He hung up the phone. He turned off the gas. Cynthia came out wearing her shower gown. She saw his expression.

"What's the matter?"

He stared at her face. He spoke slowly, spiritlessly,

"I gotta go. Violet will testify to her rape. Now, I mean. But I will come back as early as I can."

Her face was rigid. The next moment, her expression softened, and she tried to brighten up, saying,

"Then I will finish the noodles. You can eat when you come back."

But she already knew. Even if she boiled the noodles, there would be no one to share them with her and the movie tickets for tonight would soon be tossed in the garbage.