A Secret Kept By My Wife
Leon, drink up. Finish every drop in this glass."
As my wife, Alice Carr, holds a glass of warm milk, she keeps staring at my Adam's apple intensely.
Every night, she needs to watch me finish the entire glass of milk.
At first, I think this is Alice's way of showing me her love. That is, until something occurred last month.
Back then, my neighbor's fire alarm blared extremely loudly due to a fire breaking out. Yet, I had slept like a log the whole time. Only then do I realize that something is wrong with the milk.
Last night, I pretended to go on a business trip. When I secretly go home in the middle of the night, I find out that my bedroom door is locked.
When I peek through the gap in the door, I feel my hairs rising on their ends.
It turns out that Alice isn't asleep at all. She's standing on the balcony while holding my pillow and burying her face into it. Then, she inhales the scent deeply, as though she were a drug addict. Her shoulders keep trembling violently the whole time.
It's one thing if Alice is madly addicted to my scent. The thing is, the pillowcase is a part of the bedroom set that my mom has dug up from my childhood home last week.
I never have a chance to use that pillow, so there's no way my scent lingers on the pillowcase.
Suddenly, Alice halts in her actions and raises her head. She looks up at the moon while licking her lips in an euphoric haze.
Then, she mumbles softly, "Your dad's scent… is fading away…"