Joy Like Ink, Love Deep as the Moon

The night was as dark as ink, sweeping over the entire Rivertown.

Scout Finch frowned, feeling restless in her sleep.

Vaguely, she felt a pair of large hands stroking her face back and forth, the touch was distinctly not her husband Atticus Finchs hand.

She turned over, trying to avoid the touch of the big hand, but in her daze, she felt her lips being held, and the cool, unfamiliar tongue entered without permission...

"No!"

Scout Finch shouted in a panic, suddenly sitting up from the bed.

"Whats wrong, Scout?" Atticus Finch was awakened, patting Scout Finchs back.

Scout Finch shook her head, how could she dare to tell her husband that she had dreamed again of being molested by a strange man...

Atticus Finch didnt ask much, holding her in his arms and said softly, "Ill hold you to sleep, dont be afraid."

Scout Finch fell asleep in Atticus Finchs arms, and when she woke up the next day, the bedsheet beside her was cold and slightly wrinkled.

Scout Finch knew that Atticus Finch had already gone to work.

She opened the door and saw the breakfast table had been set with hot breakfast.

In the kitchen, a figure similar to Atticus Finch was busy.

That was Atticus Finchs childhood friend and work partner, Tom Robinson, who had been living with them since he came back from abroad three months ago.

"Good morning, hurry up and wash up for breakfast," said Tom Robinson, flashing his deep black eyes, carrying the hot milk in his hand and walked out.

Scout Finch didnt like Tom Robinson, he was clearly just staying at her house, but he acted like the master of the house, coming and going freely.

After breakfast, Scout Finch sat on the balcony reading a book, feeling a bit sleepy again.

Ever since the car accident half a year ago, she had to sleep three to five times a day, and the doctor couldnt say why.

Scout Finch put down the book, dozed off on the round table, and in her daze, she felt someone gently lifting her up.

She suddenly opened her eyes and saw herself being held in Tom Robinsons arms.

"Slap!" Scout Finch woke up instantly and slapped him.

"The balcony is cold, I just wanted to let you sleep in the bedroom," Tom Robinson put Scout Finch down, his face not looking too good.

His expression was calm, as if the only one with dirty thoughts was Scout Finch herself.

Scout Finch didnt want to apologize or thank him, she turned around and walked back to the bedroom, locking the door.

Thinking about Tom Robinsons big hand on her waist just now, Scout Finch vaguely felt that the touch was too similar to the hand that molested her in her sleep.

Could it be that it wasnt a dream, but it really happened?

Scout Finch covered her mouth, she didnt dare to think about it.

If this man took advantage of her and her husband sleeping every night, sneaking into the master bedroom to molest her...

Scout Finch shivered, and hurriedly called Atticus Finch.

"Sorry, the number you dialed is not in service, please check and dial again..."

Scout Finch was startled and bounced, her husbands number, although not saved, was already deeply ingrained in her heart, how could it become an empty number?

She was inexplicably very anxious, and fine sweat appeared on her forehead.

Scout Finch changed her clothes and was ready to go to Atticus Finchs company, but Tom Robinson directly blocked the door.

"What do you want to do?" Scout Finch put her hand into her bag, tightly holding the pepper spray in her hand.

"You forgot, your husband said, without his permission, you cant go out," Tom Robinsons tall figure blocked the door, his emotions unclear.

"I have something to find him, get out of my way!" Scout Finch raised her head slightly, showing the attitude of the hostess.

"What can I help you with, or you can wait for him to come back from work," Tom Robinsons tone was still tough, standing by the door without moving.

Scout Finch glared at Tom Robinson fiercely, turned around and ran back to the room, locking the door.

She took out her mobile phone and opened the contacts, and saw a strange number with the nickname "husband."

Scout Finch rubbed her temples, let out a deep breath.

It seems that she was too flustered just now, only remembering her husbands old number.

She dialed Atticus Finchs number, determined to tell her husband all her suspicions about Tom Robinson!

Scout Finch stroked the small rabbit plush toy in her arms, waiting anxiously for the call to be connected.

Suddenly, a faint red dot flashed in the black eyes of the rabbit, Scout Finch was shocked and threw the toy to the ground.

That... that rabbits eyes were a hidden camera!