Outside the guest room, Wesley stared down at the white sheet of paper in his hand which had some of Daisy's details scribbled on it, her address especially.
Since he already has her phone number, he took out his phone from his pants pocket and scrolled through his call log before dialling a number. Since yesterday, when he called her and her dad, had suddenly shouted that way before the call dropped, he had not stopped wondering and worrying about what could have happened.
In fact, it had made him think late into the night till he fell asleep. He had kept on refraining from calling again since her dad had mentioned yesterday that she wasn't in the right state to talk to anybody. Even that alone is enough to make him know that Daisy is currently not doing fine.