The night was pitch black, and Charlotte's phone had been confiscated long ago. She was penniless and unable to take a bus, making it impossible to call Henry or anyone else for help.
Leaning on her frail body, Charlotte managed to reach Henry's residence relying on her memory and pure luck.
There was no one in the security room, and the entire house was deserted. Charlotte did not encounter any obstacles as she approached the house.
The temperature on her forehead seemed to be rising, making her feel dizzy. She looked up at the house, and the warm, yellow light inside seemed so comforting.
Was Henry at home? Had he been worried about her during her long absence? Could he have already moved on...
Charlotte's mind was a mess. She hesitated to step forward and ended up not entering the house.