Chapter 1216

Several hours later. The sun was about to set. Deep red and amber gleams of sunlight slipped through the cracks in between the curtains and penetrated the room. The bedroom that had been quaking with movement finally came to a rest. The man got out of bed and picked his clothes off the floor, proceeding to put them on one after the other. Shortly after that, he was fully dressed and went to put his glasses back on. He darted a glance at the bed. The bed was a mess by this point and underneath the blankets lay Sherry who was curled up into a ball and had her back turned to face him. She did not move nor did she utter a word. He frowned and called her name, “Sherry.” The silence rang in his ears, this was all the answer he got. "Sherry.” He called her name again. Sherry continued ignoring him and faced away from him without moving like she was a piece of sculpture. John squinted and leaned over to her, he wanted to turn her around to make her face him