“Well, I should get going. I suggest you ask your parents about what happened that year." Noticing Selina's preoccupied expression, Eleanor rose to leave.

Selina responded in a distracted manner. Once Eleanor was gone, she paid the bill and exited the cafe.

Upon reaching a quiet corner, she eagerly dialed her father.

“Hello? Selina, aren't you usually asleep by now?"

The warm voice of the middle-aged man echoed from the phone.