Under the piercing blue sky, to one side, the glistening key card slipped out and split into two halves midair.
Urgent shouting voices rose and fell under the open sky, "Take cover!"
Clang.
A glass cup hit the ground, shattering and sending pieces flying onto the tender instep, instantly cutting several marks.
The pain was less intense than the violent pounding of the heart.
Blood surged like a flood from the heart, rushing to the face, only to turn it deathly pale.
Manman collapsed onto the bed; the clock on the table pointed to a quarter past ten at night.
A vein throbbed at her temple, stars flashed before her eyes, and she couldn't take off her glasses for a deep breath.
Her fingers touched the numbers on her phone, hovering over her husband's contact for a long time, unable to press down.
Because it wasn't anything important.
That's how it is being someone's wife, someone's sister.
