Burberry Country
Eric returned home late per usual from his work, and like the past couple of days, his appearance was cadaver like. This week was supposed to be a one week break from shooting, and tomorrow was supposed to be his special day. He planned it for days, wanting to spend it with Evangeline. But she disappeared, taking his mind and heart with her.
A hot stream of air swirled from his lips while dragging his body towards his room. Along the way, he removed his bonnet, scarf, and jacket. He didn't mind the blinking of the telephone on top of the table in the hallway. He was even dreading it . . . didn't want to hear whoever called. Nevertheless, his finger pushed the replay button and entered his room. Tossing his garments to the side, he removed his shirt.
