Samantha’s heartbeat sped up.

People were usually able to face their truest feelings when they were at their most fragile. She freely admitted that she did not want to be alone at that time. It would be nice if someone could be there for her, and it would be all the better if that person was Timothy.

She bit her lower lip and unlocked her phone. She tapped the call icon and looked at the first missed call in her recent call logs.

Her long curly eyelashes trembled fiercely but soon stopped. ...