Chapter 220
Julie's POV
I jolted awake from the bed as if a violent electric current had surged through me. I remembered the club. I remembered Robert.
A sharp pang of anxiety gnawed at my chest how could I stay here while he knew nothing of my whereabouts? I began pacing the room, my hands trembling as I tried to find a way to contact him, but I didn't have his number or any other means.
Suddenly, I thought of my father. Surely, he had some link to him. I rushed out of the room. He had already given up on any response from my mother; he had left her locked door and headed to the living room, where he sat drinking alcohol with a desperate greed.
I stood before him, my voice shaking. "Dad, do you have Robert's number?"
He looked at me with glazed eyes and replied coldly, "No, I don't."
I clenched my fists. "I need to speak with him. It's urgent."
He set his glass on the table, eyeing me with suspicion. "Did he allow you to leave?"
