My phone in my hand, I type out a simple message: Where are you? but I immediately erase it. I can't sound needy.
I bite my thumb and try again: Can we talk. I sigh, looking at the screen, the cursor blinking accusingly. I tap the screen, erasing it.
Feeling exasperated, I throw the phone aside and look up at the ceiling, lost in thought. My feet are freezing. I decide to message him again, and this time I won't take it back. I type: Which room are you in. I hit send.
I wait for ten minutes, watching the numbers slowly change on the screen, but there is no reply. It seems Vega hasn't even read the message.
I pull the bed covers off, put on my slippers and robe, and walk out of the room. I can't stand the silence anymore.
I am about to go downstairs to the lounge when I see Lionel walking up the stairs. His clothes are rumpled, and there is a streak of blood on his cheek.
I am a little startled.
"Did I wake you?" Lionel asks, looking tired.
