Who could it be?
Eve Thompson was also pondering this question.
She was currently curled up on a couch within a hotel room, staring straight ahead. She was still in the clothes she had worn that day, covered in dirt, yet she didn't wish to move, to do anything at all.
The table in front of the sofa held breakfast, lunch, and dinner.
But she hadn't touched a bite.
Eve Thompson was staring blankly ahead with bloodshot eyes, her fists clenched tight. She looked desolate, for having not slept in a long time.
The images from that day filled her mind...
The sudden breakdown of Carlos' car had left her directionless. She had wandered in circles around West Well Village until she suddenly saw her sister.
She had been about to call out and greet her, but unexpectedly, her sister entered a house and turned on the light.
Why was her sister here?
And it didn't seem like she was kidnapped...
Why didn't she contact me?
