Chapter 168

For all these years, I had never sought his help, but with him, I wouldn't have to worry about Mom's safety. Was it the right time? Light rain pattered against the glass window, forming droplets that slid down into a thin line. The street was empty. The air was gloomy and damp, with black clouds hanging low in the sky. The wind howled and blew through the loosely shut windows and doors of the shops, making them creak. A silent, oppressive atmosphere enveloped the entire street. I stood under the eaves holding my umbrella. Helen tossed away her extinguished cigarette and crushed it with the tip of her shoe. Just then, a Cayenne raced forward with its headlights piercing through the drizzle, scattering mud all around. A man dressed in black stepped out of the car. His expression was solemn and devoid of any unnecessary emotion. Every movement he made was precise and proper. He opened an umbrella, approached the passenger side, and pulled open the door. The person inside leaned forw