We Killed Him

When Jia woke up many hours later, she was already tucked up comfortably in a bed. Looking up at the ceilng and the walls around, she realized that she was in their guestroom. On a far side, she saw Anthon curling up in a couch and was asleep.

She slowly sat up and slid out of the covers. She was already in a set of cotton sleepwear and a pair of socks in her feet. She got amused in seeing that pink covers because she never wore socks in bed.

Then, all of a sudden, she remembered that she was in the shore, dipping in the knee - deep water as she kneeled down in anguish over Jim's loss. Who changed her into this pair of dry and comfortable lingerie? Could it be Anthon? She shuddered at the thought...

Though she submitted herself once to him, she could never imagine him removing her tiny pieces, cleaning her up from the grains of sands and dressing her up into a new set of clothes.