I went through Ophelia’s message over and over again, looking for clues. Simon, Mr. Simon... I tried to put a face to the name and came up with nothing. Who did I know that was going around buying women? At that time, it never came to my mind to ask Arabella if she knew anything.
She sat at her dresser, brushing her hair after conducting her night routine, ready to go to bed.
I decided to call it a night too, since I wasn't coming up with anything tangible. Tomorrow, I would earnestly begin my search for Ophelia.
I took off my shirt, so it wouldn't look slept in when I wore it tomorrow, just in time to turn around and see Arabella staring at me.
I folded the shirt and placed it on the nightstand “Why don’t you take a picture, It’ll last longer.”
I sat down to take off my sneakers and
