Lyra's fingertip lingered on that number, endlessly hesitating and wavering.
Is Uncle Morris really angry right now?
She mercilessly broke free without even giving him a chance to explain...
After hesitating for a long time, Lyra eventually gave up on making the call. Apologizing over the phone couldn't be clearer than doing it face to face. She had to go see Uncle Morris now.
Just go.
Lyra left with her cell phone in hand, thinking she would have to walk down the stairs. Taking a look at the elevator, she realized it had already been repaired. It had only been out of service for half an hour due to a minor issue, and she had just returned during the last minute of that half-hour window. The maintenance worker removed the Maintenance Column right after she entered the stairwell.
After leaving the apartment, she directly hailed a cab.
Her phone rang; an incoming call.
