Knowing that she would never be able to stop herself from hurting herself in one way or another now that there was a big possibility her sister might not be all right, she blindly got up from the sofa. She walked around the house like an aimless ghost, just so she wouldn't think, just so she could be numb, and she found the easiest way to do so.
Her legs carried her to the built-in glass-front wine cooler, where there were various kinds of wine stored in the built-in refrigerator with clean, clear glass that gave anyone a tempting view and a wide range of choices from the expensive bottles arranged neatly in order.
She slid the glass door aside, and immediately a stream of cold air escaped, washing over her face. Viola's trembling, bleeding hand reached out for one bottle from the set and pulled it out.
