The phone dropped to the floor with a sharp clatter. Cecilia swallowed nervously and whispered, "Friedrich."
Friedrich simply replied, "It's me."
Cecilia's whole body began to shiver, her voice quivering, "Friedrich, I'm so cold."
Friedrich let go of Cecilia, taking her hand instead. "Let's leave now. Don't come back here again; you'll get sick."
"Okay." Cecilia picked up her phone and followed Friedrich out of there.
Outside the door, Slote changed from his lying position to standing up with his head lowered, like a puppy that had been scolded by its owner for misbehaving.
Friedrich ignored Slote and took Cecilia away.
Walking beside Friedrich, Cecilia quietly noted the height difference between them. When seated in his wheelchair, Friedrich was shorter than her, but the Friedrich
