Chapter 8

The next morning, bright sunlight streamed in through the gap in the curtains. Luca reached for his phone but found no new messages. He stared at the silent chat for a couple of seconds, and an inexplicable surge of anger shot through him. Lorraine still hadn't replied. Was she still throwing a tantrum? Just as he was about to open the dial screen, Taylor's call came through. "Mr. Frey, Ms. Moore is awake." "Got it. I'll be there right away." He suppressed the irritation, and as he got up to change, his eyes swept across the photo frame on the nightstand. In the photo, Lorraine wore a wedding dress, smiling happily beside him. He, on the other hand, had no expression. On the way to the hospital, he checked his phone again, but there was still no reply from her. In the ward, Elene was sitting on the bed eating breakfast. Seeing him, she pointed out the window. "The weather's nice today. Why don't we just go to the amusement park today?" He wanted to say something but was cut of