Inside a small house in the city center, Mrs. Flores stared blankly at the phone as the dial tone repeated itself.
Seconds later, she finally furrowed her brow in realization.
Yannie must have gotten in trouble—she and Thomas had probably run into some danger at Howard Mansion, and she was calling for help!
At the thought of this, Mrs. Flores let out an exhale and dialed Luna's number.
At this moment, Luna and Rachel were busy coaxing Gwen to eat.
Gwen had already gone a day without eating anything, and if this persisted, she would eventually wind up with stomach problems.
"Do you guys think…I should give up?" Gwen said, her voice shaking as she nibbled at her hamburger. "If Steven doesn't want to have anything to do with me…
"Every time I think of the fact that his body belongs to Luke, I can't help wanting to give up. Even if we're not together and he no longer remembers me, I think I can live with that. As long as he's still alive, I'll be content.
"Perhaps forgetting everything about me isn't a bad thing to him at all, is it?
"I can still pretend that Luke is still alive and pretend that he's a version of Luke who lost all his memories of me…" Gwen murmured as tears slid down her cheeks.
After all, she had initially planned to leave Luke so that he would forget her and be able to start his new life afresh.
Even though things did not turn out the exact way she wanted them to, it was still a similar situation.
"Gwen." Luna pursed her lips, suddenly unsure of how to console her best friend. Just as she contemplated this, however, Mrs. Flores' call came.
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