"Welcome home," she said, opening the door. "How did it go?"

There was no urgency in her voice, no panic, no feeling. Only tiredness. He was tired too. He didn't answer her. He didn't know what to say.

"I see." She seemed a bit disheartened. "We have no other choice, do we? I'll call the police tomorrow. We'll finally—"

"No." He wasn't really sure why, but he knew that he couldn't allow that, somehow. "It's fine. Don't worry."

"How can it be fine?" She sounded a bit angry, but was good at concealing it. "It can't possibly be fine. At this rate..."

He spoke to her, just one sentence, and that stopped her. Her arms fell to her sides, and now her terror showed. She did not say anything. He said it again.
"Who are you?"

Fiction: 08/19/08 | Posted By: Tally Solleni | 4 comments | Fruits Basket