See through the façade Part III

“I mean Joel is dead.”

“What!”

“He left us, Noel.” The voice did not come from mouth of the person who was under interrogation, but from a person hiding behind a room divider. It was like a room screen that was used to conceal you when you were getting dressed. I would not be surprised at all if I did not feel like I had heard this voice before.

The voice resembled the person in my memory. I could not find him, because that fragment of memory was missing, but right now the missing puzzle piece was right before my eyes.

The sound of his footsteps made my heart beat so fast, it was like it would escape out of my chest. I opened my eyes wide, staring at the person who was walking out from behind the room divider. He was holding a glass of wine in his hand, just like a common partygoer. His face creased into a smile. He reeked of authority and hidden cruelty.

I felt like my throat was being squeezed that I could not breathe.