122. Spiel

Gray Stewart grabbed her blood stained shirt and put it on the paper bag. She then turned the knob open on the toilet cubicle she was in. However, before going out, she paused. She glanced at the paper bag. Suddenly, it reminded her of another memory she had that also involved the vile woman.

It was the time when Zia had forced her to go shopping and they were on their way home that night.

“God, I’m exhausted,” said Zia as Gray put all their shopping bags in the trunk.

“Really?” said Gray sarcastically and slammed the tailgate shut.

They arrived at the shopping mall in the morning and now that they were leaving, stars were already visible from the sky.

Gray climbed on the driver’s seat, and Zia on the passenger’s seat beside her. Gray started driving and when they reached the main road, there was heavy traffic.

“I think we got caught in the evening rush hour,” said Zia, looking at the jam-packed road and vehicles surrounding them.

“You think?” said Gray dryly, annoyance flitting