Chapter 238 Honey, where are you?

I drove the old van toward the small courtyard, gripping the steering wheel tightly, my heart pounding with tension.

Was Betty there, waiting in that little courtyard? As I pulled up beside the small house, I couldn't bring myself to look through the glass at the courtyard gate.

Finally, I had to face it. I glanced at the time; it was 2:10 PM.

Turning my head toward the gate, I was strangely calm when I saw it was unlocked.

I took a deep breath, trying to reassure myself, and walked toward the house, though I felt the chance of finding what I hoped for was slim.

Inside, everything was as usual. The house was secluded and cheap, which is why few people would rent it.

The house was cold and damp, previously used as a storage room by the landlord who was more than happy to rent it to someone like me.

I had changed the locks myself; I was the only one with a key.

Sitting in front of my laptop, I hesitated to open the surveillance video of the courtyard across the way.