Chapter 008: What call?

The next morning, Lyra woke up very early; the time on the wall clock was around 4:30 a.m. Dante was still fast asleep in his room. She hurried to the kitchen, and in a space of a few minutes, she prepared a quick breakfast, set up the food flasks, stuffing them up to wait for Dante after cooking.

Then she returned to her room, changed into a gown long enough to cover her injured leg, and hurried out of the house.

She left the house on foot, searching around the dusty paths and the interlocking tarred road, the same one she followed the previous day, looking down with furrowed eyes as she searched for the diamond ring, but she could not find it; all she could see were stones and sticks washed clean by the rain. She wondered in fear if someone might have picked it.

After pacing about the length and width of the long road in vain for some minutes, she sighed in frustration and finally hailed a taxi as she made for her workplace.

Later in the day, after closing a little bit earlier than