What should she do?
What exactly should she do?
Annie Taylor had never felt as helpless as she did now. She felt like a mouse unable to see the light, perhaps not doing anything wrong but always being attacked as soon as she appeared under the light.
Ronald Loman, what should I do?
What should Lucas do?
As the time of day darkened further, the public buses passed by in front one after another, and a batch of pedestrians replaced another. Street lights on either side of the street lit up one after another, yet Annie Taylor sat lost on the long bench, feeling increasingly cold.
The mobile phone kept ringing every now and then, ringing for quite a while each time, attracting curious looks from the passerby beside her.
Until after a long time, so long that her whole body felt cold and numbed.
Annie Taylor let out a sigh, finally standing up.
