Intro. The moment the silver suitcase rolled against the trunk… I should have known. Saturday, I saw you walking with her. Sunday, the old women at church praised you. " Yoonsoo? Such a serious man. No women. " I laughed. Because I saw you.
That night you entered my taxi and placed the suitcase in the trunk yourself. I drove. You left. A speed bump. A heavy thud from the back.
It was still there.
" I’ll return it, " I said.
You laughed. " Didn’t you open it, Miss Chae-Ah? It’s a gift. "
I shouldn’t have opened it. But I did.
Silver case. Shaking zipper. Her face. The same girl.
" Come take it. "
" No need, " you said calmly. " It’s yours. "
So I buried her.
When the last layer of dirt fell— Click.
You stood behind me, filming.
" Now, " you whispered,
" let’s talk about the rules. "