Raising her hand to rub her temples, trying to clear her foggy mind, Sophia Sutton took out her phone from her clothes and dialed a number she knew by heart.
Soon, a gentle and soothing male voice came through: "Sophia, you finally called me."
Sophia Sutton's voice was low and respectful: "Your Excellency, the Pope."
The man referred to as the Pope gently inquired, "I have received all the information you sent me. But you've been out for so long, why haven't you returned?"
Sophia paused slightly, thinking of the humiliation she had endured in River City during these days, her fingers involuntarily clenched.
But naturally, she couldn't possibly tell him about these sordid matters.
"I got tangled up with some things," Sophia said softly, "I probably won't be able to return to the country anytime soon. I called to inform you."
"Has something unexpected happened?" The gentle and soothing male voice was tinged with slight concern.
