Jazz was completely awake upon seeing Summer. He quickly brushed down his wrinkled clothes.
But when he knew it, looked down at her feet.
Summer was holding the doorjamb with both hands and standing on one foot with the injured one resting o n the uninjured one to hold herself steady.
His expression changed, and he quickly carried her up in his arms. "What are you doing here with your injured foot?”
"Jazz, your brother has not returned until now. I couldn't get through his phone. Do you know what happened to him?" She sounded worried.
Jazz was startled for a second, and then said with a playful smile. "You are overthinking. Mark will be fine."
"But this place is no Santabaca. The earthquake has just been over, and chaos is still everywhere. The most important thing is I can't get through his phone."
"Maybe we should wait and see first.”
Jazz carried her back to her room. She sat on the bed while Jazz on the edge of the bed. They waited.
Another two hours had passed. Summer had lost her
patience. She was anxious and worried. Her eyes kept darting between her phone and the door.
Her emotions were written all over her face. Jazz saw that. He sighed and got to his feet. "Don't go anywhere, but wait here. I will go find Mark and call you when I have found him."
"Be careful." She nodded vigorously.
Jazz mimed an 'OK' with his hand and left.
The air temperature in the morning of December plummeted to minus 44-to 46-degree Fahrenheit. There was no one on the streets at this freezing temperature.
The icy wind hit Jazz's face and numbed his skin. He struggled to move his facial muscles as if they had all been frozen.
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