Chapter Four: The Testimony of Silence

“Wanwan, did you look into the old theater?” His car stood across the street. He sat behind the wheel, making no move to come inside. “Were you following me?” “No. I always knew you would go someday.” He looked at her through glass and rain. His next sentence was soft, but sounded rehearsed over many years. “Close the book. Every question it asks you now is one I once told it to ask.”