Chapter 35: Perhaps He’s Already Dead
About him? The one related to the accident that led to him being in a coma?
Leslie unconsciously pressed harder on the unfinished bun. Blinking slowly, her mind began conjuring several possibilities.
What did Calix really experience during those hard times? Was this a setup by the author?
’No, I shouldn’t think like that.’
No matter what, the fact remained that Calix had been tormented. The jagged scar was a physical proof of his suffering.
’It’d be more than painful...’
As how Calliope felt before she breathed her last after being impaled by the broken steel rod.
Shaking her head, Leslie quickly chased the bloody image of her daughter dying from her mind. Shivers ghosted down her spine.
"Do you... remember everything?" lowering her voice, Leslie cautiously asked Calix, focusing again on him, "That accident... was there anything weird before it happened?"
Calix’s smile was imbued with helplessness. He admitted, "Actually, I don’t recall much. It was so chaotic. I just remember some of it."
While maneuvering the car on the expressway, Calix started telling his story from the beginning. The blurred images of his past memories resurfaced in his mind.