When Jackson woke up the next morning and stepped out of his bedroom, he realized the sofa was already empty and his blanket was neatly folded.
"Did she leave without a word," he wondered with disappointment.
As he walked over to the coffee table, he noticed a little note: "Remember to come get your coats when you feel better."
Jackson sighed. That was right! He was supposed to get his coats back last night. But, wasn't he considering keeping his distance from her? Perhaps, he should just abandon the coats and never see her again.
But then he sighed. If he never took them back, there would always be a connection between them.
"I guess I'll see her one last time. I'll just get my coats and go," he decided.
At that moment, there was a knock on his front door. He peeped through the peephole in his door and saw two policemen, "Mr. Jackson Wu, this is the police. We would like to invite you to the station for a chat."
"It's regarding the murder of Marcus Chin."
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