In the early winter morning, under the dim streetlights, my breath formed frost in the cold air.
I pulled my neck into my shoulders as I stared at the slowly approaching car. Inside the car, Lucas was holding a cigarette between his lips, looking exhausted and deeply worried.
It seemed like he hadn't found Bethany either.
The car passed right in front of me without stopping for even a second, and I watched helplessly as it drove farther away.
With that heavy worry on his face, he probably didn't see me, right?
I could have taken a cab back, but I didn't. Instead, I walked back on foot. By the time I got to the villa, the sun had already risen for a while.
Lucas's car was parked in the yard, and the door to the villa was wide open.
When I changed my shoes, I realized that my feet were covered in blisters. The pain hadn't been noticeable while walking, but as soon as I stopped, it became painfully clear.