Chapter 146

  She gasped before holding her breath for seconds. Her hands are getting wet and even still under the sweater, she can feel her skin getting thick—she feels cold, though beads of sweats are oozing from her neck down to her torso.

  The world that she thought was huge is actually so little, and the space suddenly seems narrow.

  “He asked me to take pictures of them. But the odd thing is, he didn’t ask for the copies.”

  “Why do you think so?”

  “Well, he might like the dog?”

  “No. He knows him.” She is certain, the two knows each other. “Donald may indeed emotionally unstable,, but he is mentally okay, Dad.”

  “I doubt it—” He stopped and almost run to the window, looking for their pet that is always can be seen resting in the balcony. “No way, Hun. That can’t be,” he then continued.

  “What?” She turned to the way he’s looking at.