Charlotte lay on the bed for half an hour without the slightest hint of sleep. She kept her eyes open and stared blankly at the ceiling, her mind a tangled mess.
This was a fitting reflection of her life. A complete mess.
She rolled over and sat up, scratching her slightly damp hair.
Reaching out to grab the phone on the bedside table, she turned it on, and went through the contacts, her movements slow and deliberate.
Her fingers rested on Henry Thompson's number for a moment, then swiftly swiped away, going directly to Annie Anne's number.
She clicked on it and dialed.
In the receiver, there was the sound of dialing, and about a few dozen seconds later, Annie Anne finally picked up the call.
Inside the other villa.
Annie Anne groped around under the pillow for a while before finding the constantly vibrating phone. Her sleepy eyes weren't completely opened, yet she answered the call.