Laura swayed in the dimly lit living room, her body moving in time to the music only she could hear through her earbuds. The soft glow from the lamps cast the shadows that danced with her, while a half-empty glass of red wine hung loosely from her fingers. Her other hand floated freely in the air, tracing invisible patterns as if painting the room with her emotions. She was lost in her own world, carefree and slightly tipsy, when John approached her from behind.
He slipped his arms around her, pulling her into a loose embrace. He looked sleepy and tired his head still feeling drowsy, he asked in a low pitched, teasing voice with a smile , "What are you doing, dancing all alone?"
Laura giggled, her movements slowing but not stopping. She twisted her head to glance at him over her shoulder. "You're awake already, did I disturb you?? You can sleep more if you want," she said, playfully shrugging him off as she moved away to get away from his embrace.
John smiled lazily, running a hand through his tousled hair. "You look happy. Care to share the secret? I could use some of that," he said, his eyes gleaming as he reached out to run his fingers through her golden hair. He gently tugged a strand, playing with her hair carefully so as to not break them.
Laura turned to him, folding her arms around his neck and said softly, "Aren't you happy? Is everythhgin alright?"
He sighed, his smile fading just a touch. "I've had a hell of a day at work. Felt like I was knocked out cold, I slept like a dog." His laughter was tired but genuine as he took the glass of wine from her hand, raising it to his lips. He sipped thoughtfully, his gaze never leaving hers. Then, with one fluid motion, he reached for her ear and pressed the button on her Bluetooth earpod, silencing the music.
The room became eerily quiet and still, except for the soft symphony still playing from Laura's phone. They stood there for a moment, holding each other, dacing to the unknown symphony that was playing. John still holding the the wine glass in one hand and his other hand absentmindedly tangling in her hair, playing with them.
After a while of silent rhapsody, Laura broke the silence first, her voice soft and curious. "How's Vivian?"
John hesitated, the question catching him off guard. "Vivian? Who's that?"
She frowned playfully, her head tilting. "You know, my boss... The one who got arrested in that murder case."
"Ah," John exhaled, dragging out the word as he gulped down the last of the wine. His hand fell from her hair as he dropped onto the couch, his demeanor shifting from playful to serious. "That woman..."
Laura hurried over, sitting beside him, her eyes wide with curiosity. "What is it? Tell me. You said you'd ask about the case at the station."
John sighed heavily, running a hand over his face. "It's bad. Really bad. She's not cooperating with the investigation. She's practically digging her own grave. I don't think it will be easy for her, seeing how she is acting"
Laura's hand flew to her mouth in mock horror. "She's the culprit?"
John's eyes darkened, his voice growing more solemn. "Of course she is. If she wasn't, why wouldn't she defend herself? Why stay silent? And play along like this…"
Laura's eyes gleamed with a mixture of emotions—fear, excitement, something darker. "What's going to happen now? Will they lock her up? will she be sent to the jail??? Will I ever be able to see hre again??? What about her estate and about her company??? "
John shrugged, his gaze drifting. "It'll probably close soon if she keeps this up. She's refusing to give them anything to work with."
what about the case??? Will it be closed now??? "she asked again her eyes widening up with a light. That john couldn't quite understand…
he himself was an officer and an experienced one at that, but was too blinded by his guilty pleasure that, he didn't even dare to think the evitable or inevitable…
The case it will soon be closed maybe…
Laura leaned in closer, her voice low but fill with dark insistent. "MAYBE?!!! There is still a maybe??? You just said, she is the murderer
Why don't you find out more? You're at the station all the time. It's your job to know."
John's expression hardened. His jaw tightened as he turned his gaze away from her. "Stop pushing, Laura. I already raised enough suspicion today with Sarah. I can't risk it."
"So WHATTT John!!!" Laura replied, her voice sharp and dismissive. "Sarah's your wife. You have every right to know what she's working on. You're her husband, after all."
John looked at her, astonished at her audacity. There was a coldness in her tone that sent a chill down his spine, but he said nothing. Instead, he stood up abruptly and walked out of the room, leaving her sitting on the couch. When he returned, he was holding his jacket.
"Look, Laura," he said, his voice now quiet but firm, "I know you're concerned about Vivian, but you need to stay out of this. It's dangerous. Just keep your distance from that woman. Trust me, it's for the best."
Without waiting for a reply, John headed for the door, his footsteps heavy with frustration. He unlocked it and stepped out into the night, leaving Laura alone.
She watched him go, her lips curling into a sly smile as the door clicked shut.
"Idiots..." she whispered to herself, her voice dripping with venom. Embarrassed about your affair and still cheating on your wife, @#$%^&***s"
"You should be the ones avoiding me." Her eyes gleamed with satisfaction as she tilted her head back, her fingers drumming lightly on the wine glass. "Vivian, you better get locked up soon. Set me free from this little game."