I didn't know what Hendrix had told Wylie, but after Wylie left, she didn't return to the study, leaving her documents and computer.
I vaguely guessed that he'd thought that Wylie and I had come up with the plan to find Irvin in Mesville, and therefore had proceeded to vent his anger at her. We were not allowed to interact anymore after that.
I didn't see Hendrix all night. I sent a message to Wylie, and found that her phone was in her briefcase. She'd left in a hurry in the afternoon. It seemed that Hendrix had done his magic.
After putting Anne to bed, I leaned on the sofa, studying while waiting for Hendrix to come back.
The conversation that afternoon wasn't pleasant. After a few hours, both of us had calmed down, and could sit down and have a chat.
I was the best candidate to look for Irvin, but Dr. Jules had reminded me I was still in my first trimester. I was not suitable for a long journey, so I could only hope that Hendrix could think of a winwin solution.
But I forgot that pregnant women were also easily exhausted. Not long after I was in the living room,
I fell asleep on the sofa in a daze.
In a trance, I heard some noise in the corridor outside. I woke up and opened the door to have a look. There was only the empty corridor, brightly lit. There was no one else.
Maybe it was my hallucination. I stood at the door for a while, and then went back in. This time, I slept soundly.
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