At this moment, outside the door, Kyle Kinston's gaze was fixed on that door, his fingers gently caressing it as if he were stroking the face of the person in his mind.
"Mabel, goodnight..."
It was like the softest whisper between lovers, and outside the Apartment Complex, the waxing moon was so bright, casting a gentle glow that draped the world in a layer of silver gauze.
Inside the apartment, Mabel Quinn walked up to Alice Conley, seeing the dried tear stains on her face, she couldn't help but say, "Why don't you wash your face first?"
But Alice suddenly said, "Mabel, can I sleep here with you tonight?"
Mabel was slightly taken aback, then replied, "Of course, no problem. Just call your parents, I've got pajamas and everything here for you."
Alice took out her phone only to find it was dead.
"Use my phone to call," Mabel handed her phone over, "Just say we're discussing script drafts at my place."
