Lucas picked up his suit preparing to leave the office, but at the door, he couldn't help feeling uneasy. He turned back to his office and opened his laptop. Only when he saw Charlotte lying on the bed did his heart settle down, and he left.
Lying in bed, Charlotte stared at the wall across from her, drawing a thin line with her fingernail. She had been trapped here for five days. Because she couldn't see outside, she could only estimate how many days had passed based on the meals sent to her every day.
Every day trapped here with no sunlight and no clock, Lucas intended to drive her mad.
Temple throbbing in pain, she helplessly sat up.
There was nothing to communicate with the outside world, only a few small things to pass the time.
Charlotte went to the outer room and saw a man in the living room staring dumbly at a pot of flowers.
She stood in front of him and asked, "What are you doing?"
"Staring." The doctor, in his forties, took something from the base of the flower.