"I met my aunt the day we bought the fish," Haruki replied calmly.
Hiroshi remembered the day he returned to his private room. He could still remember the unsettled look on Haruki's face. He could still remember the face of the woman who walked out of the room.
He wondered if she was his aunt so he asked, "I think she was the woman who exited the room when I came?" Otherwise, they were together most of the time, he would have known if Haruki met his aunt.
"Yes, she was. She did it mistakenly." Saying it now, Haruki could see that perhaps it was not a mistake after all, perhaps all those from his past he had been meeting frequently of recent were no coincidence.
Aiichiro must have made her meet him only to kill her months later. He frowned. To think of how much hurt the man had caused him in such a short while, he felt the desire to kill the man.
