The man opened the door to his treasured room. The room was vast, but the light flickered as it was almost out of power. He inhaled the air in the room that was filled with Katrina's fragrance.
Many pictures were hanging on the wall and on the string attached to the ceiling. All of it was Kathrina, from her adolescence until her recent pictures with Ford today. And there was one big frame with her face at the center of the room.
He walked toward the round table and took a remote control to play a voice recording. The whole conversation Kathrina had with her new boyfriend last night and this morning played like music. Then he took a seat to listen carefully.
Their conversation was casual; nothing important was mentioned. They were playing around, and when he heard their laboring breath, he hurled the remote on his hand to the wall.
