Chapter Eighty-Four: Trepidations
PRESENT, 2020 (Tokyo) "She might be fond of him." Osamu Sato had been relentlessly checking and typing away on his phone the entire time he had been in the hospital room of Yuko Amazawa since the moment he had stepped into the place and plopped himself down on the chair beside her bed. Yuko had been trying to feel him out, a little too impatient of his silence until he finally broke it off and said those words at her. She did not have to ask any more about who he was referring to since Yuko already had a good guess of what he meant by his remark. She looked out the big clear window near the side of her bed, in the opposite direction from Osamu Sato, and let out a long sigh. She had been wasting hours inside this boring hellhole for quite some time now that it was already making her feel
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