Ian Preston: "I hope everything goes smoothly for you, not just so I can fulfill my own wishes."
Thea Lynch was stunned on the spot.
It was past ten o'clock at night in Coronet when a light rain started.
After washing up, Thea sat on the balcony, staring blankly at the nearby Stratus Tower.
When the phone rang, she didn't look at the screen, already guessing who it was.
She pressed the speaker button, put the phone back on the table, and pulled the blanket tighter around her, covering her arms and legs thoroughly.
"Is it over?" Silas Cheney asked eagerly.
He and Sean Bell had left the cinema, and both Ian Preston and Thea Lynch were nowhere to be seen, so they didn't follow them anymore.
He didn't know where the two had gone, but he had just seen Thea post an article from the Stratus official account on her social media.
Since she had time for such things, she must have already returned home.
"Yes."
