Chapter 1986

Rosalynn’s hand hovered in midair, frozen.

Wayne’s reaction was instinctively extreme.

Realizing he had overreacted, Wayne stepped back. “Honey, I’m fine. If anything was wrong, I’d tell you.” He cautiously approached Rosalynn again.

“I want to see your wound, Rosalynh insisted.

Why wouldn’t she suspect anything?c2

Wayne was the kind of man who, if he stubbed his toe, would make a melodramatic scene in front of her.

His wrist had been cut.

been the first to rush to her, shouting so

injury, even when she asked about it,

issue, Wayne wouldn’t have hidden it from

remained silent. An unspoken stand-off ensued between them.

lowered his gaze, “I didn’t

me is what’s causing me to worry!” Rosalynn said sternly. “I’ll ask one last time,

in resignation, Wayne rolled up his sleeve, revealing his bandaged wrist

tear off the

the somewhat inflamed, almost healed wound, she gasped

stood there, like a child caught doing something wrong. He desperately wanted to retract his hand, to hide

from a razor? It’s too deep. Did you… did you…” Rosalynn trailed off, frightened by her own thoughts. She stared at Wayne, her eyes filled with terror.

cheeks, and Wayne was completely thrown off.

my way home for dinner, when that kid from today called. He’d run away from home and spent a night in

led me through a small gate, where thorny vines were abundant. I accidentally snagged my wound on one. It’s not just my wrist; I got a few scratches elsewhere too. didn’t want you to worry, so I went to the apartment to treat the wound, changed my clothes, and came home. But I left my cane in the park, and by the time Ableson went to

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