Nora and I carefully took away the plates from the police officer. The aroma of the food was tempting, but under the circumstances that had occurred, I simply could not help but be paranoid.
Nora, however, was more willing. "Thank heavens, real food," she grumbled, spooning some of the rice into her mouth. "If I die, then at least I will die full."
I rolled my eyes at the attempt to be humorous but caught the faint look of exhaustion on her face.
Having barely survived the poisoning herself, she was making an attempt to lighten the atmosphere.
I took a slow sip. The taste was fine, there was nothing wrong with the taste. But somehow, despite that, I was left thinking there was someone hanging around, trying to chase the place free of us.
The officer remained standing near the door wa
