Chapter 8

"Or maybe she didn't escape at all. Why don't you check the basement?"

Dashiell was avoiding it. He was afraid to go to the basement, fearing something terrible had happened.

He then returned home, feeling lost and dejected.

As he approached the door, he heard sounds coming from inside and happily opened it.

But it wasn't his darling he saw.

It was Ember. For some reason, he didn't like Ember as much anymore. He wished it was his darling waiting for him at home with dinner ready.

"Ouch."

Dashiell's heart suddenly contracted painfully, so quickly he almost didn't react.

"Honey, you're back! Come quick, look at this damn kid. She's thrown up all over the crib."

She pointed disgustedly at the little girl in the crib.

The girl was sleeping in a pool of vomit, her face deathly pale.

Dashiell, frightened, hurriedly picked up the child and began cleaning her.

"Why did you just leave her like that?"

Dashiell, his mind in turmoil, shouted at Ember.