I stood frozen, unable to believe my eyes. At that moment, my husband appeared in the doorway. His face went pale when he noticed what I had seen.
“It’s… hunting,” he muttered, moving toward me.
“I just began. I didn’t want to frighten you…”
I gazed silently.
Inside I screamed he was lying. But outwardly I forced a smile and replied:
— Alright.
I understand.
Just unpredicted…
He relaxed, his shoulders sinking. We walked back quietly, but I felt his eyes imprinting on me, testing whether I truly believed. That night I didn’t sleep at all.
In the morning, as soon as he went outside, I called the police with shaking hands.
I knew it was safer to let them check than risk discovering the worst myself.
