The sky gradually darkened.
In the cold, empty restroom on the third floor of the office area, no one was there.
Enna Clark curled up in the last stall, her face showing an unnatural flush. Her soaked clothes had dried, and she hugged her knees and wrapped herself up. Her hoarse voice barely audible, "Is anyone there...is anyone around?"
Wind poured in through the skylight.
Enna bit her lip in the cold.
Her eyes reddened as she held back her grievances, supported her weak body, and knocked on the door with a determined hand. "Is anyone there..."
"Can anyone hear me?"
Enna seemed dazed, mechanically knocking on the door with her left hand, trying to make as much noise as possible.
Her mind was hazy, and she started to think wildly—
It's so late, I don't know if Bobby went home or not?
If she didn't pick him up, would the kindergarten teacher send him home?
Given his personality, he would probably call her. If he found out no one answered, Bobby would probably get mad again.
