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.

teeth chattered uncontrollab In my delirium, I desperately longed for a

the strength to open my eyes, let alone get out of

plagued me all

forced myself out of bed the next morning I went to a nearby grocery store and video–called him

was difficult to locate, and

I felt utterly drained.

to buy some medicine, but there was no

store staff that the nearest hospital was a long taxi ride

phone was also running low on

to

asleep

my subconscious nagged me that

Fred to secure

trump

point, my phone

it, hoping for

Atlas’s name flashed on the screen, I

I hung up, but I couldn’t remember what we discussed, I struggled to sit up and realized I was burning up

had a

night of binge drinking, and the rain all

ir stowly, I

a distance, but I couldn’t respond it was de werk “Chloe… Chloe…”

tossed

wake up!” I felt a warm sensation on my forehead and leaned into

my eyes,