Chapter 42 Forty One
- She was wiping her tears off her face, and sneezed the catarrh into the tissue, then tossed it in the garbage. Her eyes were fixed on my phone screen.
- “Sanna, it’s my phone,” I said in a light tone, yet I was nervous right then.
- She turned to me, her face filled with rage. “Why is he calling you, Lauren? Is he bothering you?” she vented.