In My Desperate Time

Thirty- three years, what can I say?

I can only say that Frances Louis is good at math.

I am twenty-four years old this year. Thirty-three years later, I will be fifty-seven years old. Will all my youth be wasted on this man?

God knows how desperate I am to get away from this fate and live the life I want.

“No matter what, I can’t give up.”

“Four million, I will pay you off.”

I say to Frances Louis confirmedly.

His eyes fall on me and he stares at me for a while.

I don’t know what he is thinking, and I couldn't see through that look. The unreadable Frances Louis frightens me.

Frances Louis's phone rings in front of me, breaking the eerie silence.

He looks at the screen as if hesitating whether to answer it or not.

Whose call makes Frances Louis look like this?

I peep at it and see Whitney Jordan’s name.

name makes

be psychologically tough to be a

phone. I could not help saying, “Are you not answering your wife's call?

me with a frown, then he taps on

“Hello.”

large, plus the room is quiet, or because I'm listening intently, I can hear Whitney Jordan’s

you answer my phone for so

Jordan is questioning

Frances Louis answers

you come to see

over the phone to me. I

Jordan suddenly ask, “Did

looks in my direction, and then

the antique store today, and I saw a woman using your black card. It is the employee at Song Group and her name is Jane Noyes.” Whitney Jordan

and I am too nervous

I gave it to Steven Song. Maybe he gave it to his employee. It's late, go to bed

Louis

But I feel uneasy.

grave

too. But how did she know I was using your card? Aren't black cards all the same?” I

Louis shakes and explains, “My black card is specially made by