That night, after returning to the apartment and finishing dinner, Daisy went into the bedroom to rest. Dennis, who was washing the dishes, utensils, and mugs in the kitchen, kept thinking hard; he was still worried about the fate of Mario, Viola, Franky, and Fiona, who had been captured, and there was still no word on their rescue. His hands kept moving, washing the plates, even though his face looked blank and his eyes were fixed on the dish in his hand, as if hoping it could provide an answer to the questions in his mind.
"Clack," after placing the last plate on the rack, Dennis's eyes drifted toward his smartphone on the table. He dried his hands and picked it up, walking toward the sofa while reopening the message. He read the text sent from Fiona's phone—the one the kidnappers used to threaten him. His finger hovered over the on-screen keyboard, ready to reply, but just as his fingertip was about to touch it, he pulled back and changed his mind.
