As if, she was right before his eyes.
John Fame's intoxication quickly faded by more than half, through the long night, he suddenly felt no longer alone.
His fingertips were trembling slightly, his slender fingers holding the phone, and in the end, he couldn't help himself.
John Fame, almost mad, dialed the number he had been thinking about, a number that he knew by heart.
In reality, Lissy Lock had only left this morning.
Only now did John Fame understand what it meant to...
Count days as years.
It was only a day, but he felt tormented.
Lissy Lock stood before the floor-to-ceiling window of the hotel, clutching her mobile phone, her fingertips turning pale.
Aurora Dupont was in the bathroom.
Lissy Lock looked down, staring at the incoming call display.
It was a call from John Fame.
But she hesitated to answer it… or not.
Because she didn't know what John Fame would say, and she feared what he could say.
Anything he said could affect her mood.
