Evans had just woken up, and he couldn't find Andrea beside him.
"Andrea," Evans called.
He then glanced at the clock on the wall of his room. It's only one o'clock. Evans had to get up and check into the bathroom. But he did not find Andrea there.
"Where are you?" muttered Evans.
He heard the sound of a car from the yard. He looked through his bedroom window. It's Andrea's car.
"Oh, God, Andrea!" shrieked Evans.
He immediately left the room and followed Andrea. He immediately got into his car to look for Andrea.
"Hello, Kenand. Andrea is out tonight with her car. Please trace where she has gone," Evans said.
"She went to Philips' grave, Sir," said Kenand.
"What?"
"She goes there every day," Kenand said.
Evans, who was about to press the gas, suddenly stopped. He rubbed his face in frustration.
"What is she going there for?" he asked.
"Sir, understand the current condition," Kenand said.
