Nathaniel Summers drove Purple Summers back.
Midway, he stopped the car on the side of the road, got out to buy two bottles of water, and handed one to Purple Summers.
Purple Summers took the water bottle in her hands but didn't drink.
She wasn't thirsty, and she had no appetite.
The moment she closed her eyes, she would see Evelyn Willard's face, frothing at the mouth and turning a bluish purple.
Nathaniel twisted off the cap, producing a light clicking sound. As he drank, he watched Purple Summers' expression, as if enjoying the most interesting sight.
"Are you satisfied?" Purple Summers didn't look up but knew Nathaniel was watching her.
It was a kind of voyeurism full of malice, worse than schadenfreude, like peeling back someone's wounds to let them bleed profusely and then savoring the sight of their pain.