But I floated at the door, looking at the house number in surprise.
This was Jason’s parents’ house.
We used to live here together, but after Freya’s death, he moved out with me.
A few months ago, I heard Jason was helping Ebby find a place, but I never imagined he would bring Ebby here.
It turned out, in Jason’s heart, Ebby had long been more important than me.
I wanted to cry, but the tears fell silently, and my heart ached.
Jason searched the entire house for Ebby, with a look on his face I had only seen when Freya went missing.
At that moment, Ebby emerged from the bathroom, her hair wet and carrying a faint scent of jasmine.
"Jason, why are you so out of breath?"
Jason’s eyes were red with tears. "You didn’t answer the phone. I was scared to death."
Ebby slowed her hair-drying and lowered her head shyly, "I was in the shower and didn’t hear it ring. Jason, don’t worry so much."
Jason looked exhausted but still managed to speak urgently to Ebby, "There was a particularly brutal murder in the city recently. The victim was tortured and dismembered. It was horrific.
"You need to be extra careful right now. Let me accompany you wherever you go."