"I understand. I'll be right back," Eric said softly, then hung up the phone.
Mrs. Harris set down the landline with a slight shake of her head. "Young people these days just don't have the patience we used to."
Mrs. Harris considered waking Ella, but she was sound asleep, likely due to exhaustion from not resting properly for so long.
Meanwhile, Eric sat in the car, his face set in determination. "Drive faster," he instructed the driver. "If we get a ticket, it's on me."
The driver, not daring to disobey, nodded and accelerated towards the seaside villa.
Eric couldn't shake the worry gnawing at him. She'd been fine last he saw her—so when did she get drunk? Was it last night, or had it lasted all this time?
