Phone Call: August 11, 2019 | 5:21 PM
In Line With: Dean Harolds
Dean : Hey! (Deep breathing) I just came home from a run. What are you up to?
Italia: Oh! Drink water. (Laughs) (Laugh falters) (Wind noises)
Dean : Already did. Where are you? You're not home. I'll pick you up then we can get dinner.
Italia : I'm at the park. You don't need to pick me up. Dad's on his way. He's taking me to dinner with my grandparents.
Dean : It's already dark. Are there people around you? Don't go to an isolated place, love. (Worrying voice)
Italia : I'm outside the university. (Wind noises) Uhm. . . Have you been checking my accounts and text messages? (Sighs) Nevermind, I think I'm being paranoid. (Sights) Sorry, if I sounded accusing.
Dean : Hey, hey. (Comforting voice) It's okay. But no, I haven't checked your account since the day you gave it to me. Why? Were you hacked?
Italia : No. I think I'm just — Oh, dad's here! I'll see you later, love. I'll ask him to drive me straight to your house later.
Call ends.
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短篇故事Dean Harolds was sure he made the right decision of moving on from Italia Lace, his dead ex-girlfriend, and marrying his girlfriend of 3 months. But one boxed mail of letters from Italia, written just before her death, made him question his decision...
