Ordinary Love: Lost Memories

Ordinary Love ③: Lost Memories

[Part ①: Love Turned to Hate]

I stared at Officer Tom's corpse, unable to calm down for a long time.

An indescribable sense of guilt slowly crept into my heart. That inexplicable cramping pain struck again, clutching not only the left side of my body but also squeezing my stomach tight.

I threw up all over the floor, emptying my stomach of the liquor and its contents. The sour stench coming from my mouth and nose only strengthened my certainty that my body and mind had floored the gas and were speeding in an unpredictable direction. I had no idea what was happening to me.

Why?

Why had I suddenly picked up the gun?

Why had I become so cruel?

In an instant, I'd lost all reason—

—I thought Tom was a terrible person. When he'd criticized Margaret's looks, when he'd talked about those things and treated Margaret's corpse like an ingredient in his food, I'd nearly gone mad with anger!

Thinking about it, I grabbed Tom's body and dragged it to the backyard. It took me more than three hours to dig a grave and hide him.

The sky grew darker, and it began to rain before I'd finished digging.

The thunder didn't frighten me. I kept thinking about what to do next—

—First, there was Naomi. Tom's wife had also eaten Margaret's blood. She must have known something. I had to find her.

Then there were the county police officer's shift schedules and duty records. He'd disappeared at my house, and judging by New Sider's police response time, more officers would probably come looking for me by tomorrow morning.

I tossed the last shovelful of dirt into the pit. Then I searched the woods for more than thirty henbane plants and replanted them