Fletcher's eyes sparkled with amusement as I continued to press him with questions.
"Where did you go back then? I looked for you at the hospital and the police station. I was so worried about your hand!"
He had injured his hand while saving me from some thugs, and I had always remembered that I needed to thank him.
But Fletcher had vanished into thin air, leaving no trace to be found anywhere.
He looked at me with a resigned expression.
"Because of that incident, my old man got all superstitious, insisting that the country was working against me. He made me go study abroad."
"He only let me come back after I graduated college."
I examined his hand over and over again to make sure it was really okay. Fletcher rested his other hand on his face, watching me with a smile.
Suddenly, the door burst open with a loud bang.
Dashiell stormed in, fuming, and tried to pull me away.
"What the hell are you two doing?!"
"Is this guy the reason you broke up with me?!"