Several more days passed, but Ethan remained out of contact.
The briny smell in the house grew stronger and stronger. Every time I went to check on the octopus, I could feel that it had become weaker than before.
I was getting anxious. If such a huge octopus died in my house, I wouldn't even know how to move it out, and I was afraid the neighbors would notice.
At the very least, it couldn't die before Ethan came back. I couldn't deal with it alone.
So I bought fresh fish, shrimp, and crabs, even going out of my way to get sea fish and sea shrimp.
When I opened the bathroom door, it was curled motionless in the corner.
I touched its large head, and only then did it barely stir.
I placed the fish and shrimp in front of it and coaxed it gently.
"If you don't eat, you'll make yourself
