We'd gone our separate ways. Ophelie said she had some business and left after asking me to let her know if I knew who Dexton's mate was. I didn't care. Not wanting to have anything to do with her was my way of avoiding being bullied again. All this time, Ophelie had contributed to my mental breakdown, and luckily, I was still alive and had no thoughts of suicide.
I staggered along, not a single taxi or bus passing, even though it was still too early to call it a night. Despite being in a sparsely populated area, the cafe was quite famous. One or two vehicles should have passed by, but there weren't.
