Chapter 150 Could they really not be home?

The night had already cloaked the city in darkness, the streets outside the hotel window alive with the neon glow of signs and the ceaseless flow of traffic.

The cacophony of car horns and the distant chatter of the bustling crowd painted a picture of urban vibrancy, a world that seemed to spin without me.

I glanced at the time and rose from the dim solitude of my hotel room, not to seek food, but to make a crucial phone call.

After a prolonged stay, I decided it was time to check in with my lawyer about the progress of my divorce.

I had only taken the lawyer's number, deliberately not leaving any way for him to contact me.

Firstly, I had no cell phone or SIM card, having thrown my old phone into the river in a moment of despair.

Secondly, I feared that Betty might somehow obtain my contact details through the lawyer.

Stepping out of the hotel, I searched the streets for a place to make a call.

Gone were the days of payphones and phone booths lining the streets.