I was still standing at the window and looking down. Theo was standing there like a statue even after ten minutes. I muttered a curse and called Mason.
Soon, the call was connected. His voice sounded sleepy. "Hello, may I know who this is?"
"It's Wanda Lane."
Mason took a sharp breath. I could hear it. "Wanda, what the hell happened-"
"Nothing." I did not want to talk about why I went missing last time, so I interrupted his question. "You need to come over. It's raining cats and dogs now but Theo is standing downstairs, refusing to leave. Come over and get him."
Although Mason had no idea what was going on, he was considerate enough not to ask any more questions. He hung up the phone after he asked for m y address.
I felt cold, so I went to the living room to get a blanket. Then, I went to the kitchen to pour myself a glass of warm water. After that, I went back to my bedroom, wrapped myself in the blanket, and drank the glass of warm water. I stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window. I calmly looked at Theo who was downstairs.
If it were in the past, I would definitely have gotten soft-hearted. However, when I thought of my baby who died so tragically, my heart was hard as a rock. It did not matter if it were me or Theo, and it did not matter what kind of suffering we had to endure. All those meant nothing compared to the child that I lost.
After half an hour, Mason's car appeared.
He was carrying an umbrella as he got out of his car. H e ran toward Theo. I did not know what both of them talked about. Theo followed him back into his car not long after.
I let out a small sigh. Then, I turned around and lay down on the bed.
It was a sleepless night.
When it was dawn, I washed up and had the breakfast that the caretaker sent over. The assistant also came t o fetch me to work.
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