Chapter 483

Rupert said flatly, "It's nothing."

...

By the time Sylvia got home, she was completely drained. She collapsed onto the couch, barely able to move, when Ms. Ward knocked on the door.

When Sylvia opened up, Ms. Ward walked in holding a steaming pot.

"Heard you come in, hon. I made you some bread pudding-your favorite, isn't it?"

Sylvia eyed Ms. Ward suspiciously. "How do you know that's my favorite?"

Ms. Ward froze for a second, then burst out laughing. "You told me last time you had a little too much wine. Lucky I remembered!"

Sylvia didn't think much of it. She was hungry anyway, rubbing her belly.

"I'll grab some bowls."

A few moments later, they each had a big bowl, eating until they felt warm and cozy all over.

Sylvia got up and brought out the rest of the wine she had stashed away.

Ms. Ward looked surprised. "Bread pudding and now more wine? You sure?"

Sylvia smiled as she poured. "Just a little to help me sleep. Long day. I want to turn in early."

"One glass, then."

"Deal."

it, they'd finished off the

bedroom and flopped onto her bed. As she glanced up, she noticed the nightstand was already crowded with

didn't help her sleep anymore-only alcohol

chuckled dryly and closed her

passed, but in a foggy haze, she sensed someone

she was being

in tattoos, even strange symbols inked near his eyes. He

back, but she'd drunk too much-her

but couldn't

hadn't noticed

took

the stove's knob carefully leaving

he hauled her

slits as the man tipped over the empty wine

piece of paper

read the

A suicide note.

realized what he was doing-setting her

stayed perfectly still, waiting for him to

he finally finished staging the scene and

was starting

move, but her

empty

thought of Ms.

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