After escaping from the police, Aaron bought a new phone. He kept switching numbers and desperately tried to reach me, but after the police station contacted me, I had already changed my number.
Aaron searched for any possible way to get my contact information, but he had no clue where I had gone. So every day, he could only carry my belongings around while asking anyone he knew if they had heard from me.
But whenever he managed to find one of our former classmates, they would immediately call the police. His actions had already become known throughout our entire circle.
He didn't dare check into a hotel or rent a place to stay. The moment he used his ID, he would be tracked down.
Aaron kept telling himself that everything he was doing was because of me. He tried to use his own sufferi
