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When she left the house, Candace still won’t talk to her.
At least there’s no question need to be answered.
The cab is already waiting for her outside the house at six o’clock, it’s a bit early to set out, but if she wants to get rid of the stalkers, she has to switch the vehicles a few times, which she believes it will take a short while.
Three hours later, after circling around the city a few times, Bette finally reaches the place where the man told her to go.
She pays the driver, stepping out of the taxi, she then finds out the address leads her to a sparsely inhabited area…there were few inhabitants or structures around the place, no big buildings, complete suburbs.
What a nice place to live…Bette rolls her eyes.
With the address on the piece of paper, Bette is led to a small but delicate house.
At least it’s a decent house.
“Hello?” She knocks on the door.
No one reply.
Right before she touches the doorknob, the door slightly opens.
Bette raises her eyebrows.
It’s better not be a prank.
Bette gingerly opens the door, quietly walks into the house, closing the door behind her…Then she can finally give an observation of the entire room.
The room is rather small but cozy, thinking back, it is even smaller than the house where young Tina and her aunt lived. The living room and the dining room combine into one, the kitchen can only allow one person to be in. Next to the kitchen, are two doors leading to two other rooms, perhaps her bedroom and the storehouse.
This is definitely not a house man’s house.
“Excuse me? Anyone home?”
And the decoration hanging on the wall, are the paintings that Bette can instantly see the similarity in the facial structure.
These paintings…some are sketches, some are oil paintings, every one of each is so beautiful and different…She has studied a little bit of art when she’s in the police academy. Although she can’t really understand the meaning of it, at least she knows which one is the most precious…
However, among all the great works, there’s only one…that really catches Bette’s eyes.
It’s on the small corner of the wall, being carefully framed up and hung up.
Unlike others, this one is old and dirty, unable to hide the signs of age beneath. If it was being taken out to compare to the rest of the works on the wall, others will definitely laugh at the childish drawing.
“Oh my god…” The detective covers her mouth with her hand.
She cannot be more familiar at the drawing, this is the third time she’s seen this painting…a sketch of her, sleeping.
It tells the story from the first time she lost Tina, then finally came back to her, and all the damn thing repeat…again.
Looking at the painting, the brunette can’t help touch the sketch by her finger, tears rolling down Bette’s cheek.
“What the hell…”
Teaser for next chapter:
“Bette, darling, will you look at me…please?”
The detective finally gives up, little by little she raises her head but keeps her eyes close, afraid that once when she opens her eyes, that the blonde who’s been occupied her mind the entire time will vanish like what happened in her dream.
“Open your eyes, Bette.”
She cannot cope with another disappointment, her heart is not as strong as usual after all the mess.
”Don’t scare me again…”
Bette can feel the person smiles.
”I won’t, I promise.”
Bette slowly and almost timidly opens her eyes.