Chapter 15

As soon as Raymond returned to the apartment, the sun was up. Hazel had already gone to work because he could not find her anywhere. Leaving the cooled porridge and some of the medicine he had to drink on the table, with a Post It on top of the bowl lid.

I've prepared the porridge. Don't forget to take the medicine.

Hazel

He pulled the Post It from the lid of his bowl, put it on the other side of the table. Forcing himself to open the lid of the bowl, smelled the porridge which somehow could not whet his appetite.

‘A hitman who didn’t hesitate to kill anyone, but desperately hides his identity from you so you won't hate him.’

Martha's words came back to his ears as he scooped a bite of the porridge into his mouth. Tasteless. He felt nothing.

‘Why? The person Arnold loved was you, right?’

‘No, Ray. It was you.’