Beyond the Divorce

Chapter 62 A Friendly Face in a Foreign Land When I entered the questhouse, I shed my wet clothes and cranked up the heater.

Then I hopped into the shower.

Hot water poured over me, thawing my frozen body with steam.

Since I didn’t have spare clothes, I wrapped myself in a blanket.

Then I boiled some water and sipped it.

I didn’t care how clean the cups were, but I wished there was tea to warm me up I That made me laugh wryly, but my mind was racing to figure out how to meet Fred.

I reached for the pamphlet and looked through the contact information.

I dialed a few numbers, but no one answered.

It seemed this business wasn’t customer–friendly.

I The middle–aged man I met earlier was my only hope.

However, my hope faded as the night wore on and no calls came.

I eventually dozed off.

In the middle of the night, I woke up with a fever.

Wrapped tightly in my blanket, I couldn’t stop shivering.

my delirium, I desperately longed for a sip of

strength to open my eyes, let alone get out of

plagued me

I forced myself out of bed the next morning I went to a nearby grocery store and video–called him from there, as if showing

store was difficult to locate, and after a brief conversation, I

I felt utterly drained.

buy some medicine, but there was no pharmacy

the grocery store staff that the nearest hospital was a long

phone was also running low on

returned to my room to charge my phone before

asleep again from

being asleep, my subconscious nagged me that time was running

needed to find Fred to secure the

was my trump

my

it, hoping for a message from

name flashed on the screen, I felt somewhat

a few words before I hung up, but I couldn’t remember what we discussed, I

I had a

of stress, that night of binge drinking, and the rain

I started

“Chloe… Chloe…” +15 BONUS I searched for the

body tossed

warm sensation on my

struggled to open my eyes, and a sharply defined face