Liberation [Disclosure sequel] h.s

04

Evelyn

"I made soup." I tell Harry who just got out of his room after spending most of the morning sleeping. He is still a little dizzy and drowsy from the medicines, which was noticeable in the way he was slowly walking into the living room.

I know how much he wanted to go out and find Collin but not knowing where to start left us feeling completely useless. Also, Harry was on a heavy dosage of painkillers which meant he felt tired and sleepy for most of the day. Even if he wanted, his body didn't allow him to go out there to look for his brother.

Yesterday, after Claire's funeral I drove to a place outside London, close to where Harry and I once had a date. It was one of our first and few real dates, the thought of it warms my heart, especially when I think how much things have changed between us since that time. It was at the early stages of our relationship, we didn't know each other that well but we had gone through so much already.

As we had agreed that place was near a river where we were going to dump the weapon Harry used to kill a man a few days earlier. Beforehand, we had cleaned the gun to get rid of any fingerprints and had wrapped it in cloth to make sure it remained hidden. Hopefully, this would never be found and would sink deep into the river, or disappear into the ocean if that was the path this river took. As soon as the gun disappeared from our sight, I thought it would offer me some sort of relief, but it didn't.

We had solved a problem, or so we hoped, but we still had many more problems waiting for our attention. Harry remained distant throughout the day, but at least he didn't push me away as he did before. As I was the one driving, we made several stops before going home, we stopped at the police station hoping to have some news from Howard and his location but they said there was nothing they could do, and that they were on the hunt for him doing whatever they could.

Considering how most officers in that station were sitting in front of the TV watching a football game, it was evident they weren't putting much effort into it. I know they are not the ones responsible to go out there and find them, but at least they could have made a call or put an effort to find us some answers. Instead, they barely even looked at us, wishing we would leave soon so they could resume the game they were watching.

Oh and all they wanted was to make sure we would stop by later today to talk to two officers about what had happened on the day Claire was killed. We were supposed to go there in a few hours but my stomach was already turning and twisting with the thought of it. Harry didn't want to go, but not showing up would only make us look guilty. We had practised loosely a story which would put Howard as the author of both murders, even if I think I won't be able to keep up the lie for long. They are trained to make you speak the truth, no matter how hard you try to maintain your story.

"I'm not hungry." Harry simply says, heading to the kitchen instead. I hear the fridge door being open and the sound of clicking glasses echoes through the house. Never this house sounded so quiet, the silence was almost unbearable while I was alone when Harry was sleeping in his room. None of us had the courage to go to Claire's room, or even Collin since everything happened.

"You should eat." I tell him, knowing he is rolling his eyes at me for pushing him to eat something.

 I knew how he felt, I also didn't want to eat. But after several consecutive days of barely eating anything, I began feeling weak and sick. The thought of food almost made me threw up, but I knew I had to eat if I didn't want to go to the hospital again.

Harry doesn't answer me as I hear the sound of a bottle of beer being opened as the cap is tossed on top of the counter. I don't want to be annoying but the last thing he should do is drink alcohol while taking medicines, especially when he is not eating properly.