Beyond the Divorce

Unknown Caller

The unknown caller asked to meet me in person, claiming he had information about Atlas. I asked who he was, but he hung up and sent me an address instead.

I grabbed my bag and headed downstairs. I set up my navigation system and rushed to the location, my heart pounding. It was the first time someone had mentioned having information about Atlas, and I Belonging © NôvelDram/a.Org.

couldn’t afford to miss this chance.

I didn’t even question who the caller was. I wanted to hear what he had to say, even if his information was false. It was better than remaining in the dark.

News of Atlas’s accident vanished from public attention. There weren’t traces of Atlas or even updates on his condition. I was about to go insane, wondering how they swept such a significant accident under

the rug.

After all, the accident involved six people, with one reported dead.

The person’s call resembled a light at the end of a tunnel. The location was remote and unfamiliar. Although it was still in the city, it wasn’t a part of town I frequented. I even had trouble finding the place.

It was a small cafe visited mainly by young couples from a nearby university. I chose a corner table near the window to stay hidden. Then, I ordered a coffee and waited. I observed every passerby, hoping to

meet the person soon.

Before I knew it, our agreed–upon time had passed, yet the person hadn’t appeared. I called the person’s

number, realizing it wasn’t in service.

I stared at my phone, wondering if someone had pranked me. Still, I didn’t want to believe that. The caller sounded severe and even gave me an address. He also said to meet him if I wanted to know what was

happening.

However, he didn’t demand ransoms or deals. It was just a meeting.

My anxiety grew as time passed, The person should have informed me of any delays or rescheduled the

meeting if he genuinely wanted to meet me.

I asked a server if any other establishments nearby shared the same name. Although I knew it was

improbable, I didn’t want to leave any stones unturned.

I stayed in my seat as customers came and went. I still had many questions but no answers. I wondered how the person got my phone number and how he knew I wanted information regarding Atlas.

didn’t know who the person was and how they knew about my connection to Atlas. Why would the

Each question made me increasingly uneasy and anxious to meet this person. I refused to leave, hoping he would eventually contact me. I suspected he had turned off his phone for a reason.

Three hours had passed, so I gave up on waiting. Regardless of the person’s excuse, I refused to believe

the person would keep me waiting.

I told a server I would return soon and to inform me if anyone came looking for me. I reluctantly left the

small cafe and returned to my workplace.

However, a surprise awaited me when I was about to clock out. Two unexpected visitors appeared in my office.