"Is something wrong Beatrix?"
Carter's voice sent my thoughts crashing back to earth. He sounded bothered… and a little bit worried. But probably it's just my imagination.
He was casually seated inside Madam Stella's large van but it appeared smaller while he was inside, and the space seems to constrict from his presence.
'Everything had been wrong from the very start, Carter. How could you explain the picture of us inside your wallet? Is the picture photoshopped and you're really an obsessed psychopath or there's some hidden truth which I have to know yet—and that truth is far more worse than I imagined. Let's say you're actually my ex-husband who mercilessly abandoned me before. There's a huge possibility you are but I don't have enough evidence to prove it yet except you're starting resemblance with my daughter. I don't know what to believe now.
