Chapter 37: The Interrogation (2)
Sitting on the single wooden bench in the cold confinement. Auriela’s eyes had reddened from having to cry over the death of her husband. She rested her back on the side of the wall while pushing her knee upward to comfort herself properly. Her clothes had been changed and the wounds on her skin were covered with a brown bandage.
Her facial expression looked grim, and she was no different from a desolate person.
Seeing her critical condition, Cassian understood why Orson decided to give her some days to recover from the incident. She was a total mess to begin with. She looked disheveled and appeared a lot older in a wholly different way. Not only that, the look in her eyes was distant, so distant that she didn’t even sense his presence when he stepped into the confinement.
Unlike Orson who had a soft heart, Cassian didn’t even bother to bat an eye at her, nor did he feel any sort of remorse for the woman. He’s seen too many people with such depressing expressions to still be affected by it. Most especially from those who have committed even larger offenses than hers.
Closing the door behind him, the sound of the door being locked startled Auriela who alarmingly glanced at where the loud sound came from. The fear in her eyes was visible, but it reduced a bit when she realized it was one of those disturbing officers wearing a mask.
Looking away from him, Auriela had no intention of speaking since she made it clear to everyone that she doesn’t want to see them. She doesn’t want to be bothered and wished they could leave her alone to think about what she has faced these past few years of her life.
Her brain was a jumbled mess, and it was difficult to think straight since her senses were no longer in their right places. Just how did she fall from grace to grass??
Taking a step forward, the sound of the person’s boot signified he was getting closer and closer to where she sat. There was a single table lying in the center of the room. He came to stand before it, staring straight into the eyes of Auriela who didn’t avert her angry gaze. The frustration in her eyes were visible, and from how swollen they were, he could tell she hadn’t slept a wink.
"The saying is true, there really is no sleep for the wicked." Commented Cassian as he drummed his fingers on the table, igniting Auriela’s frustration even further but she chose to ignore this strange masked official like she did with everyone else.