Jackson expelled a breath from his lungs while his expression changed. “What… What did you just say? Tiffany knows about this? She came over here last night?”
Tanya was a little taken aback by his reaction. The wound on the back of her hand was glaring—gory, even—yet all he cared about was Tiffany...?
Emotions roared within her chest. Before she could answer anything, however, Jackson sprung toward his car keys and the door, shouting on his way out, “Leave my house before I come back!”
A few days of frequent drizzles ended with the last retreating patch of the tenebrous clouds above the Capital. The sun had broken out from the east of a sky cleared by its radiant splendor. Showered by its golden light, the city gradually woke as its bustling grew.
However, none of these could shake Jackson out of his trance. All he thought about was Tiffany, as he thought about how they were never getting back together now, not after the disaster that was last night!
He drilled his finger into the doorbell of her apartment like a man possessed; however, no one answered him.
His heart sank in desperation. It was not working, and neither could he call Tiffany, for the woman had switched off her phone.
About half an hour passed before the neighbor opened her door and came out with an explanation. “Looking for the girls living next door, arencha’? One of them moved out last night. Heard some sounds coming from next door, I did. Looked into the spy-hole and saw one of them just dragging a bunch of stuff out of her place in the middle of the night! She was a pretty one, I’ll give you that. Long-haired and fair-skinned and all that typical beauty type.”
She moved out? Then where else could she go?
Jackson’s thanks to the helpful neighbor was a mechanical one. Like a man who had lost his spirit, he descended the stairs with his mind blank and returned to his car, staring ahead silently for a few beats before dialing Lilian’s number.
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