Nicholas crumpled up a piece of paper with Kimberly's mobile number and home address on it. His mind wandered, occasionally he also seemed to weigh. Did he need to call Kimberly or go straight to the woman to her house?

No, no. Wouldn't it be too much if I met her?

We could meet tomorrow at the office, right?

But … I have to make sure he's completely recovered.

Nicholas ruffled his hair. He was feeling dizzy with his thoughts.

Ahh, what's this?

Why do I care so much about it?

Oh, come on, Nicholas, don't overdo it like this.

But, look now. After such a prolonged inner turmoil, the...