Chapter 9

Frederick woke up early that morning, his head throbbing from the hangover. “Gabrielle, I want to drink…” But he had only said half of his words when he realized that this was not Gabrielle, who was sleeping beside him in his home, and who could get up to make him hangover soup and massage his head with just one word from him. Thinking of this, a bit of unease suddenly rose in Frederick's heart again. He hurriedly left without even leaving a message for Jacqueline. Holding the cake he had bought from the west side of the city, he rushed back home. “Gabrielle, I’m sorry. I was busy until late last night and didn’t want to disturb your rest, so I didn’t come back.” “I brought you the cake from your favorite place in the west of the city.” Frederick said as he placed the cake on the table. But Gabrielle, who would usually come to the door to greet him as soon as she heard him return, did not appear. “Gabrielle.” Frederick opened the door but saw no one. He searched room