Love the Second Time Around

Chapter 54 Two Possibilities

I binge-watched dramas till the wee hours of dawn at home since I had nothing better to do. Consequently, I never got up before ten in the morning.

Fumbling for the offensive device on my bedside table, it took a while for me to crack my eyes open and look at the caller ID.

Louis Zanetti, you little asshole! Why are you calling me at such an ungodly hour?

Accepting the call, I immediately bellowed into the receiver, “Dude, what’s wrong with you? Why are you calling me in the middle of the night? If you can’t fall asleep, don’t drag others down with you!”

There was silence on the other end of the call. It lasted for so long that I had to check my phone to see if the line was still connected.

I raged at his seemingly senseless prank.

“Louis Zanetti, you-”

“Hello ma’am, am I speaking to Liliana Zanetti?”

My brain screeched to a halt at the voice that greeted me. Pulling my phone away from my ear, I confirmed that the number was indeed Louis’, despite the stranger who had just spoken to me.

The stranger continued asking about my identity. Confused, I inquired, “This is Liliana Zanetti speaking. Who are you, and where is my brother?”

I got an explanation immediately. “Ms. Zanetti, your brother’s run into some trouble. Could you make your way down to the station? I’m referring to the police station, by the way. It’s the one near your brother’s school.”

My sleepiness was gone once I heard about the police station. I sat up in a rush.

Having been detained in one myself not too long ago, I knew firsthand how devastating it felt.

How did Louis get himself stuck in the police station? He’s been a straight-A student since young, and his track record is squeaky-clean.

Another thought invaded my mind; I wondered if he had fallen for a scam. They’re getting more common these days, after all.

speak to my brother, please?” I had to

hesitating. Eventually, she agreed to my request and put me on hold.

Hearing my brother’s voice on the other end of the line fueled

at the police station? What happened?” My questions tumbled out in a

Mom and Dad know, please.” His request made

questions, the person who had spoken to me

“Ms. Zanetti, please hurry.”

I could only agree to

hung up and hopped off the bed, getting dressed and packing

not want to worry my

did not want to throw them into

off, I left a note on the coffee table, letting them know that I

Science and Technology. To

Jadeborough once I arrived at the airport. It would depart at half-past

a cab to the Jadeborough Institute

university, so I had no idea where the police station

before I managed to locate the

a Louis Zanetti here? I’m his sister,” I asked a young woman clad in police uniform

rapidly like she was

said, “Yes, he came in yesterday, right?

her politely and walked in the direction she had pointed

office doors and pushed them open. Two policemen were sitting in the office. Confused about who I was supposed to talk to,

finished my question. He approached me and said, “Ms. Zanetti, we’ve been expecting you for a while. Would you like to

recognized his voice as the

meet Louis, and I felt relieved that this policeman seemed

to a room

saw Louis slumped in a chair. The lights in the room were painfully

were meant to