Unraveling the Conspiracy

After I hung up the call, I got changed into a set of winter clothing and departed. By the time I reached the venue, Fiona was already there.

She put on an old-fashioned cashmere jacket and wrapped herself up. In order to conceal the bruises on her face, she had applied light make-up, yet they were still visible because she was heavily bruised.

“Why didn’t you wait for me inside? It’s cold outside