Chapter 2

Not long after, Claire fell asleep.

James took the opportunity to extricate his hand and hurriedly left the hospital.

I instinctively followed him, watching as he repeatedly dialed my number, but no one picked up.

"Throwing another tantrum, are we?"

James's brows furrowed, his voice thick with displeasure. This was already a precursor to his rage.

But before Claire returned, he had never once been angry with me.

Seeing he couldn't get through, James drove home.

Pushing open the door, the inside was deathly quiet.

"Lily Sinclair? Come out." He called for me, searching everywhere for any sign of me, but found nothing.

He dialed the phone again, but there wasn't a sound in the house. He realized I wasn't home at all.

"Beep beep beep." He made several more calls, but still no one answered.

Finally, he lost his patience.

[Lily Sinclair, have you had enough of this tantrum?]

[You were clearly in the wrong this time. What are you sulking about now?]

The voice messages were sent, but sank like a stone.

I wanted to say I wasn't throwing a tantrum, and I hadn't done anything wrong.

But I was dead, and James couldn't hear me.

"If you've got the guts, then don't come back! Let's see how long you can hold out!"

He gripped his phone, grabbing whatever was nearby and hurling it.

There was a crisp "crash", and he turned to look, but his phone rang again.

The screen lit up with "Wife", and he answered the call, his tone cold: "Finally remembered to call back?"

But it wasn't my voice on the other end.

That number belonged to Claire now.

"James, come back quickly and check on Claire. She's climbed up to the roof again."

The anxious voices of the Bennett couple rang out, interrupting James's train of thought.

Hearing that Claire was about to jump off the building, his expression turned panicked. He hurriedly grabbed his coat and rushed back to the hospital.