Semua Bab Entangled with a Baby: Bab 131 - Bab 137

The sterile, metallic tang of the air stung King's nostrils. This wasn't the grand, echoing space of a cathedral, but the cold, harsh reality of a visitation room in the city's high-security psychiatric institution. Steel bars separated him from Matthew, a stark reminder of the man's descent into darkness. Detective Marshal, a grim shadow, waited in an observation room nearby, the weight of his authority pressing down on the already tense atmosphere. He was there to ensure justice, to finally apprehend Matthew and bring an end to the twisted game that had ensnared Laura. Matthew sat on the other side of the thick glass, his eyes hollow and haunted, a stark contrast to the vibrant, charismatic man King remembered. He looked like a broken doll, all sharp angles and fractured edges. The change in him was unsettling, a chilling testament to the destructive power of obsession.King sat down, the cold metal of the chair sending a shiver up his spine. He had come seeking answers, clos

Laura agreed to meet King. She picked a place that felt safe and neutral: a coffee shop in the middle of town. It was bright, noisy, and full of people. If things got weird, she could always pretend she had to go to the bathroom and then sneak out the back.King arrived right on time. He looked a bit nervous, like a kid about to give a speech in front of the whole school. He had a serious look on his face, which was a bit unusual. Laura was used to him being more... well, more King-like. You know, charming, confident, and maybe just a little bit cocky."Hi," Laura said, trying to sound casual, like she met up with mysterious men who knew about her long-lost father all the time."Hi," King replied, his voice a bit tight. He sat down carefully, like the chair might break if he moved too suddenly. "Thanks for meeting me.""So," Laura started, taking a sip of her coffee. "You said you had something to tell me? About my father?"King took a deep breath. "Yes," he said. "It's... it's a bit

The stark white walls of the art gallery seemed to amplify the silence, broken only by the soft, rhythmic sound of a water feature in the corner. Laura stood near a sculpture, a bronze figure frozen in a moment of anguished grace, mirroring the turmoil within her own heart. She had agreed to meet King here, a neutral space, away from the battlegrounds of their past and the uncertainties of their present. She checked her watch for what felt like the hundredth time. He was late.He wouldn't come, a daunting voice whispered in her mind. He's changed his mind. He doesn't want you anymore.She pushed the thought away, forcing herself to focus on the art. A series of abstract paintings in vibrant hues assaulted her senses, a stark contrast to the monochrome world she felt trapped in. Each brushstroke seemed to echo the chaos of her emotions – the fear, the hope, the lingering embers of a love she had tried so hard to extinguish.Suddenly, a shadow fell across the gallery floor. Laura's brea