That night, she moved in.
Locked the door and lay on the bed.
She slept soundly that night, even though she woke up in the early morning to video chat with her three children.
It was much safer than staying in the Imperial Garden.
After working a few days at the plastic surgery hospital, Alice looked just like Emma, a stable office worker, and no one could tell that she was a victim of persecution.
One afternoon, after finishing work and heading to the restroom, her phone vibrated.
Seeing an unfamiliar number, Alice froze.
She didn't know who it was, but subconsciously thought it might be Adam.
If it was him, she didn't dare answer.
She touched the screen and answered, "Hello?"
"Alice, it's me."
Alice's tense nerves relaxed, "Oh, do you need something?”"I just left the company a
