Arriving in the room, Casey sat quietly on a big size bed with a white bed sheet equipped with a bluish-gray blanket. The girl didn't know what to do and felt lazy to return to her activities as the leader of her company because she couldn't stop missing Nathan.
'Could he ever think of me? Did he know that I was cured? and I am very curious as to whether he has read the letter or not?' Casey wondered, unable to stop imagining Nathan who had always been by her side when she was still inside Clara's body.
Casey sighed, choosing to play with her phone by opening an Instagram menu. She looked for information about Nathan, who never updated posts at all, then turned to look at the posts of Clara's late mother, Verena.
