I asked tentatively with a faint guess in my heart, "What's wrong? Is it something at home..."
"They don't understand me. They don't care about my feelings..."
I knew what she needed now was not comfort, but someone she could confide in.
"I'll accompany you."
I whispered and took out a blanket from the trunk, gently covering her with it.
Estelle was stunned for a moment. Then she gratefully glanced at me.
We sat quietly in the car all night.
No one said anything.
What I didn't know was that Lucy called me after I fell asleep.
Estelle answered the call quickly.
"Hello, Lucy. Henry is sleeping soundly."
The next day, Lucy came to me.
"Henry!"
Lucy's voice came from outside the door. There was a hint of panic and hoarseness in her voice.
I opened the door. She was standing there with swollen eyes and smudged makeup. Her usual delicacy and elegance were gone.
...
She asked directly, "Why was it Estelle who answered the call last night? Were you together last night?"
There was suppressed anger and a barely noticeable panic in her tone.
I didn't say anything. I looked at her indifferently.
"You won't be with her, right?"
"Am I right?"
