Sawyer hung up the phone, and I could only wait for him.
I left the bedroom and went downstairs. Hendrix wasn't there, and the villa felt hollow. I turned on all the lights.
I searched for news updates in Jarold City on my phone, but nothing came up.
About fifteen minutes later, Sawyer called back. As soon as I picked up, he said, "I booked us flight tickets for seven in the morning. Are you coming?"
My heart missed a beat, "Yes!" My breathing became rapid, and I felt like my energy was drained out of me at that moment.
My head was buzzing. I had a lot of questions in mind, but they were all stuck in my throat.
After a long pause, he said over the phone, "They should be fine. I guess they're just in the hospital for some minor injuries from the turbulence during the emergency landing. Don't worry too much."
I nodded and said, "Okay, I got it. See you tomorrow morning."
I couldn't go back to sleep after the phone call, so I sat in the living room, circling myself into an embrace. The villa felt empty. We were better off living in a smaller house.
The villa was so huge that it could produce echoes. It was unbearable.
The next four hours were awfully long.
It was dawn when I packed some belongings with me and left the villa.
When I arrived at the airport, Sawyer was already there with the flight tickets in hand.
The airport wasn't crowded in the morning, and most passengers were in a rush.
Seeing me, Sawyer raised his hand to look at his watch and said, "There's half an hour left. Let's go through the security check first."
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