(Author's POV)
When she switched her phone back on, Myra found that there were a couple of missed calls from Fabian, followed by a few text messages from him, as well as from an unknown number. The same one from which she received a call from earlier. She frowned, 'Who could it be?'
But when she tapped on those texts, she could instantly tell who it was from. It read, "The bandage, do apply it to your cut. Don't let the injury get wet, or it will fester, okay. And this is my number. Save it."
She exhaled a fatigued sigh, her fingers were holding the bandage carefully as she got lost in her thoughts, 'Is it really impossible to cut things off for good? I don't want to get tangled up with any of them and just live my life quietly. Now he has my number too. What do I do?'
When Myra was deep in her inner monologue, out of the blue, the door burst open.
