“Tell me where you are. I’ll pick you up, and we can go together, alright?”

Estelle shook her head, and with a firm tone, she rejected him, “No. I have something more important to attend to right now. Sir, you should seriously think about who you really are.”

After saying that, she hung up the phone swiftly. Anticipating more calls or messages from him, she decided to block his number, wanting to avoid any distractions.

Sitting on a bench outside, she pulled her coat tightly around her, gazing at the stark red emergency room sign.

Estelle couldn’t help but wonder, “Cristofer, what happened to you? Where were you during the...