"Bryan Cooper, I am in room 1806 at Emperory Hotel. Do you have time? I want to see you." Phoebe Miller said softly on the other end of the phone. It hadn't been a few days since she had fled from here, and she had come back, even taking a private plane overnight.
She didn't know what she wanted to verify. She hadn't seen Bryan Hawkins for years, almost ten years since their graduation. During these ten years, they had both changed. Bryan Hawkins had a son, and she had traveled the world, doing many things that others thought were brilliant but seemed achievable to her.
Some might call that ambition or ideals, but for her, it's just about doing something meaningful in her short life, otherwise, there would only be regret left in this life.
"...Right now?" Bryan Hawkins was hesitant.
"It's inconvenient for you, right?" Phoebe Miller instantly understood the reason for Bryan Hawkins' hesitation.