After leaving the hospital that night, I booked a suite at the Peninsula Hotel downtown.
Relying on the fever-reducing medicine sent up by the front desk and a full night of deep sleep, my temperature finally came down by noon the next day.
There were over a dozen missed calls from Philip on my phone, along with several anxiously worded WeChat messages: "Chloe, the hospital said you left before your IV was finished. Where did you go?" "Why aren't you answering your phone?"
Anxious?
Looking at the exclamation marks on the screen, I found it merely comical. If he were truly anxious, he wouldn't even need to track my location; he just had to make a few calls to my frequently visited loyalty-program hotels, and he could easily find me.
But he didn't. His "search" stopped at moving his fin
