During the New Year’s Day holiday, they had originally planned to visit Allen Rivera’s hotown, Hutton County, but because he was sent elsewhere for training, the plan had to be canceled.
This kind of training is sowhat like exchanging work experiences, learning others’ investigative techniques, understanding new cri thods, and involves so high-tech thods of solving cases.
Outside of study ti, it involves etings, dining, and leisurely strolls around the area.
Overall, it’s relatively relaxing and is thus also regarded as a form of business trip.
Separated by distance, the two could only communicate through phone calls. Allen asked Jane McCain if she wanted to co over to accompany him, but Jane declined, saying she’s been busy with work lately.
So much had happened during her last trip to Wellville Town, how could she dare to go through that a second ti?
After a few calls, Allen vaguely sensed sothing was off with Jane and asked her what was wrong.
Jane looked at the photo in her hand, gently made a sound of acknowledgnt, and said, "There’s sothing I want to tell you. I’ll tell you when you co back."
She wanted to ask him face-to-face.
No phone calls, no absences; she wanted to look into his eyes and hear the answer from his mouth herself.
Perhaps all won are like this, even if they already have the answer in their hearts, they still unwillingly give him a chance to explain, any explanation that could convince themselves.
Allen was training elsewhere for a month, and Jane spent that month in agonizing turmoil.
Counting the days until the end of the month, the cold was bitterly piercing as the air beca bone-chillingly frigid.
Jane booked a table at a restaurant, ordered a sumptuous al, and sat peacefully waiting for his return.
She held that photo, already imagining nurous questions in her mind, most of them so childish, yet crucial.
For example: Do you love ? Am I important to you? Am I your only one? ... Do you still think of her?
Feelings are narrow, too narrow to accommodate a third person, even if it’s just a shadow from the past.
...
Ti ticked by, yet there was still no sign of Allen.
As Jane picked up her phone, Allen’s call coincidentally ca through, and she answered, asking, "Where are you now? Is there a traffic jam on the road?"
"Janie, sothing ca up here at the last minute, I probably can’t co back today..."
From the other end of the line, noises mingled with the sound of crowds and the announcent broadcast at the airport.
An ominous feeling surged in Jane’s heart, it pounded, and she blurted out, "Why are you at the airport again? Didn’t you say earlier that you were already on the highway?"
"Sothing ca up at the last minute, I have to go to Scenton, so I turned back to the airport."
"Scenton? ..." Jane froze.
"Janie, I’m sorry," Allen sighed softly over the phone, "I miss you very much. This ti it really is an ergency..."
The broadcast announcent ca on again.
Allen said, "I have to board now, I’ll hang up first, I’ll co find you after I’ve dealt with things here."
"Allen!" Jane suddenly raised her voice!
However, the call was already disconnected.
"Allen! Don’t go! Allen!!!" Jane stood up, shouting his na out of control, and everyone in the restaurant looked over.
Scenton, Lucas Tucker and Luna Tucker’s ho is in Scenton!
In a month, she had already thoroughly investigated, that girl is Luna Tucker! She’s Lucas Tucker’s sister, and has been dead for more than a dozen years!
Is this what it ans to not contend with the dead?
Has it really been more than a dozen years and he still can’t let go?!
After waiting eagerly for a month, looking forward to reuniting, he still decided to go to Scenton!
She was unwilling.
She was not willing!
Jane texted him—
"Let’s break up!"
After it was successfully sent, she held onto her phone and sat down again, staring at the phone’s screen intently and unwilling to even blink her eyes.
If he cares, if he truly cares about her, if he considers her more important than Luna Tucker or Lucas Tucker, then he will definitely co back!
She held onto the phone waiting for a ssage.
Waited for ten minutes...
Waited for an hour...
Two hours...
Nothing.
Not even a phone call.
The restaurant staff reminded her that they were closing, and Jane snapped back to reality, feeling that everything was over.
All over.
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