The door opened and someone stepped in. It was a boy. Umbrella in one hand, handkerchief in the other. Ge stepped further into the room and she realized he was younger than she had initially thought. He took more steps forward looking this way and that as though searching for someone, occasionally stopping to greet people.
But despite his seeming calm composure, she noticed the slight tremors of his hands. Besides, there was something familiar in the way he walked, talked and gestured. She couldn't remember now, but she knew she must have met him before. Suddenly it hit her. He was the son of the man she had murdered two weeks ago.
Comments
Post a Comment