word , but why ? Something on her le moved , pixelated images of an uncertain world . Her hand moved to the knife , which she turned in a way that was facing her husband who was still chewing on her right . Her fingers started to close around the knife , one a er the other , closing up each time with a forceful thud , echoing through the rooms of the apartment . She was taking a decision . Was she starting to become an ephemeral character with a real plot ?