Ella Weaver left, her car roared through the night, as if venting her anger.
Isabella Weaver heard her say that Harry Hunter and Shiely Morrison are alive, and her unease finally eased a bit.
Blood dripped from Alexander Parker's chin, leaving a trail of mottled stains as he moved.
He picked up the food box, brought it into the house, grabbed a towel to wet and wipe his face and hands, turned on the kettle to boil water, then took ice from the freezer and wrapped it in a towel to cold compress the wound on his head. Once the bleeding stopped, he went back outside to stand in front of Isabella Weaver.
Isabella Weaver involuntarily stepped back two paces.
Alexander Parker's voice was hoarse: "Come here!"
Isabella Weaver didn't come over, instead retreated another two steps.
She had just hit him, and she knew how hard she had struck him; it was impossible for him not to be angry!
"I'm not angry."
