Quincy mentioned there was trouble at work, so naturally, Lydia asked a few questions. But he didn't want to say much, leaving her no choice but to let it go. "Alright, just come home soon," she finally said.

After they hung up, there was a knock at the door, followed by the concerned voice of the housekeeper.

"Ma'am, I've made some chicken soup. Would you like some?"

Lydia opened the door and let her in to set the soup on the table. The housekeeper was about to leave, but she hesitated, as if she had something on her mind. "What is it, Mrs. Clinton?" Lydia asked.

Mrs. Clinton hesitated for a moment before replying, "A man called earlier. When I asked who he was, he hung up right away."

"Maybe he dialed the wrong number?"

"That's what I thought too. But he called several times," she said, looking at Lydia with uncertainty. "I thought he might be trying to reach someone."

and aside from Mrs. Clinton, she was the only

looking for her? But how would

wandered to Eugene, and her expression darkened. Just thinking about him put her in a foul

don't answer. In fact, just unplug the

Unplugging it would stop the calls entirely.

a shower, and before long, she drifted off to sleep. In the middle of the night, she stirred, feeling a faint tickling sensation. When she opened her eyes, the soft light from earlier had

moment she fully woke up,

spoke in a groggy voice, "Quincy? Why didn't you wake me when

didn't want to disturb you,"

his lap. Quincy gently helped her get more comfortable, and they sat quietly together for

sense of peace.

few influencers, and

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