Chapter 68:
Robert's Point of View
I leaned back, resting my weight against the leather seat which emitted a faint creak, while my eyes remained fixed on her.
She looked tiny amidst the vastness of the sofa, her body trembling like a thin thread in the wind.
Perhaps the idea of killing him before her eyes wasn't the ideal choice for her first morning after intoxication, but I wasn't about to let that touch pass.
A minute of heavy silence passed, and her gaze was still suspended in the void where the corpse had been a moment ago.
I exhaled my cigarette smoke slowly and said:
"Julie... I asked you, won't you answer?"
She flinched suddenly as if my voice had pricked her, and her voice came out trembling, broken, as she whispered:
"You... you killed him."
I watched her hand as it rose with difficulty to rest over her chest; her fingers were digging into the fabric of her white dress while she panted, as if the air in my office had suddenly run out.
