“That is great, then!”
“Sweetie, Do you want to go to bed now?” I swayed him from side to side.
“Yes, please. I want to sleep.”
My boy yawned, the corners of his eyes glistening with unshed tears.
“Then go to sleep. Good night, my baby.”
I tucked my son back into bed and turned off the light.
Arron was soon fast asleep, but sleep evaded me.
My mind was swirling with thoughts of Rufus, how we had first met five years ago, and how we’d parted.
The scene at the airport, the look on his face as he stared at Adela, and the resolve in his voice when he had sworn to marry her.
The memories flashed in my mind like snippets of some melodrama.
I pressed my fingers against my temples and tried to block the images out, but it was useless.
Just then, the phone on my nightstand vibrated.
I reached for it, and found that I had received a message from a stranger. I clicked at it by instinct, thinking that it must be a spam message.
But as I read through the text, I bolted right up from the bed.
The message read, “Long time no see, Sylvia.”
It was just a single line, yet the words struck me like a bolt of lightning from above.
I pressed my fingers against my temples and tried to block the images out, but it was useless.
Crystal’s POV
I was so shocked that my grip slackened, and the phone slipped from my fingers. I could feel my back break out in cold sweat.
I took several deep breaths to calm myself, then turned to check on my son.
Fortunately, he was still sleeping soundly. I carefully lifted the quilt and got out of bed. I padded out of the room as quietly as I could and paused at the empty corridor.
The cold was brutal in winter nights, and goosebumps immediately rose on my skin.
It felt especially chilly at my nape, and I subconsciously reached up to rub it for some warmth.
“Who are you?” I quickly typed and sent to the unknown number.
No reply came, however.
Not even when my fingers began to feel numb.
A part of me knew that I had a slim chance of finding this person right now, but I still called them back.
I was greeted by a series of beeps, followed by an operator’s voice informing me that the other party had turned off their phone.
I sighed, my shoulders slumping in defeat. I had no idea how long I stood there, but I finally decided to call a number I hadn’t touched for a long time.
It was picked up after a couple of rings, and a familiar voice came through the line.
“You know, Crystal, you’re the only one who would dare to disturb me in the middle of the night,” Blair yawned.
“You and Rufus, that is.”
“I’m really sorry, Blair, but I need your help.” I sounded anxious even to my own ears.
“What happened?” I went straight to the point.
“I need you to trace a phone number for me and find out its user.”
“Come on, Crystal,” Blair scoffed.
“You know that I’m currently not in the imperial capital. How do you expect me to help you with this?”
I knew Blair very well, so! didn’t take his nonchalance to heart.
“I know you have your ways. Please, Blair. This person knows about my previous identity.”
“What? Are you sure?”
Blair immediately turned serious, and I could imagine him sitting up in bed, fully awake.
“Yes, I’m sure. They texted me and called me Sylvia.”
“Okay, sure. No problem. I’ll look into it right away. Send me the phone number.”
I hung up and sent him the details.
If things went well, Blair should be able to find the person in two days.
I went back to the bedroom and tried to sleep, but I was more uneasy than I had previously been.
My mind was racing with possibilities, wisps of clues appearing and disappearing, taunting me.
The more I pondered them, the more worried I became.
It was no surprise, then, that I woke up the next day with dark circles under my eyes. I forced myself to cheer up and trudged to the kindergarten. I passed by my daughter’s classroom during class break, just as I always would, and popped my head inside.
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