Sensing her impatience as she sped up her motion, I contacted the private investigator Stephen quickly. I told him to keep an especially close eye on these next few days. It seemed like something was about to happen.
Stephen worked quickly. Liana had been out for less than half an hour when he sent me the hotel, room number, and floor.
I checked the hotel. Wow, what a surprise. It was right next to the hospital where Patrick worked.
Liana left behind her devoted husband and traveled miles to meet her lover, yet still had to pay for the room herself. That was embarrassing.
Strangely, I wasn't even that angry anymore. I suspected I had become numb to this kind of emotional pain.
I even sent her a voice message, as calm as ever: [Sweetheart, did you get on the train? Let me know when you arrive, okay?]
Ugh, I disgusted myself. Naturally, Liana didn't respond.
