To be able to grasp her movements so thoroughly, even before she acts, to guess her intentions.
Who is it?
Watching her all the time, keeping her every move under control.
Thinking that all her actions were unknowingly monitored made her shudder.
She sat on the sofa for a long time, picking up the phone, putting it down, and picking it up again. Her mood was just like her actions at the moment, angry and helpless, feeling like a huge net had descended from the sky to enclose her, unable to escape, unable to breathe!
In the end, she didn't make the call, because once she confronted the man, her questioning and anger might make things worse, and she couldn't bring herself to show weakness or surrender.
An hour later, she quietly picked up the phone and dialed.
"Why haven't you come over yet? It's about time, the plane is about to take off. Do you need me to send someone to pick you up?" a worried voice came from the other end.
