After Dusk

18.

I was under house arrest by Pason, who came to see me every other day.

As if nothing had happened, we never brought up the past.

At night, he would wrap his arms around my waist and hold me tightly in front of his chest.

I couldn't escape from him, I knew.

He knew, too.

He slept very lightly and rarely fell asleep while staying here for the night. His breath lingered above my head.

Ironically, we were guarding against and testing each other secretly while we still seemed to love each other.

He kissed my forehead every morning after he left, and I silently waited for him when he returned home late.

Pason did not deliberately block the news outside, so the announcement of the Smith family kept coming to me.

Pason began to fight back.

First, the photos of Evan taking drugs were secretly spread on the Internet.