“... Madeline... She saw him... was she cheating on you too? Is that why she ran away? I know, cake will make you feel better!” Madeline stumbled to the refrigerator and opened the door. The cake she pulled out as smashed on one side yet perfect on the other. She took the cake knife and cut a neat slice of cake. She handed it to Julian and gave a slice to herself. 

The moment she placed the cake on her own plate, she began eating with her hands. The head of her husband was placed next to her as she gobbled down the cake. As she ate, she began choking. She spit out a piece of food that plopped on the dining table. Inside was something shiny. She ignored the piece and continued eating her slice. Even though her face was horrific, it showed a sign of genuine pleasure. Ms. Bitterling’s cakes must have been that good.

Meanwhile, Charlie slowly came out from the living room, hiding behind the wall that lead into the kitchen.