CHAPTER 16
I sigh tiredly. I’ve been in Fred’s room for almost an hour, but Fred is nowhere to be found.
I wonder how long it takes to make chicken soup.
Finally, the door open and Fred walks in with a tray in his hands.
He puts it on the nightstand and carry the plate of soup. He sits on the bed next to me and pass me the soup.
I take a spoonful and gulp it down my throat, I close my eyes and moan at the taste.
“Now, this is what I call a chicken soup!” I said.
“So…you like it?”
“Yeah. Thanks”
I see him smile, but he quickly wipes off his smile. I turn my attention back to my chicken soup.
I feel his gaze on me but I didn’t look up at him.
Then I remembered the call I received from my dad, maybe I should ask him if he knows about it too.
“Fred, my dad called me” I said.
“Yeah
