All Chapters of When She is a He: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Christopher calls seven times in a row, and when the detective doesn't answer, he takes his coat, tells his PS he won't be back today, gets in the car, and goes to the man's office.- Good afternoon. I need to speak to Detective Joseph Rose.- Mr. Rose isn't here. He is on duty, namely working for you.- Where is he? He didn't answer my phone, and I needed to speak to him urgently.- He doesn't use his phone on duty. He cannot be discovered if he is under surveillance.- There has to be some way to contact him.- He contacts me when he needs something. Until now, he hasn't contacted me.- If he calls, tell him to call me immediately. I need to speak to him very urgently.- I will do so, sir.Christopher leaves but is not satisfied. He needed to know what the hell the detective had discovered.Joseph Rose did not answer the customer's phone call. He had never done that before, but he needed to know if the girl had run away and was going to change sex under pressure from Christopher.Sa

At 8 a.m., Christopher was up, showered, and dressed. With the key to the car he had rented in hand, he left the hotel and asked the doorman where he could buy flowers. He stopped the car in front of the designated florist, bought a bouquet of red roses with tiny white flowers, and, back in the car, drove to the door of the modest hotel where Saphira was staying.He parks the car and, with a branch in hand, is getting ready to leave when he sees her.Saphira leaves the hotel wearing a beautiful, simple white dress that makes her look like a village girl capable of making princes who pass by fall in love with her. In her hand, she carries a small suitcase.Christopher's smile widens when he sees her, and his heart jumps in his chest as if he were a boy in love. She was standing at the hotel door, seeming to be waiting for someone, which made his face frown slightly. Would she be waiting for someone important to her? Determined not to act like an idiot and show up in front of her if she

- Let me continue. – She asks, looking into his eyes.Her face was sad, and her eyes were wet. Christofer felt the pain inside her.- I'm not the only one going through this, but everyone acts as their head tells them. Some speak openly and face the world. Some die from doing so. Others are courageous; they risk trying to live a normal life. Sometimes, they succeed, and some hide from the world because they don't dare to face greater pain than loneliness. – She lowers her head – I’m part of that group. Even with the support of my parents, I never dared to take risks. But I never felt lonely until I lost them. I have nobody in my life. Because of me, my parents' entire family moved away. But my parents never cared because they loved me.She leaves the window, walks past Christopher, and sits on the bed. Tears dripped down to her legs. Christopher kneels in front of her, trying to meet her eyes.- Saphira, please. Tell me what ails you. I'm here no matter what you hide.- I never wanted

After Leo leaves and slams the door, Christopher sits on the couch, drinking his beer. When he finishes the bottle, he gets up and gets a third. He opens it and drinks half at once, but when he returns, he looks at himself in the mirror that adorns the wall and remains static. He sees his red eyes and the wrinkles of expression well-creased on his forehead. “Congratulations Christopher Dixon. In addition to losing the only woman you ever loved, you just lost a brother.” His brother's sentence hit him hard in the head. In a rage, he throws the bottle at the mirror, shattering it, but the pieces on the wall still give him back his image, as if the reflection was making fun of him.He enters the bedroom, grabs a coat, passes by the bar, and grabs a bottle of whiskey, which he puts in his pocket. He then grabs the keys to his motorcycle, which he hasn't used in months, grabs his helmet, and heads out into the street.He speeds down the road, out of town, to Rockaway Beach, throws his bike

The detective snorts. He has zero desire to help Christopher because, as the good detective he is, he already knows that their meeting has gone anything but well. Furthermore, he has already given this information to the man before. If he chooses to forget it, it is his problem, but his son convinces him to cooperate.He snorted again and called Christopher, waking him up. He gave him the address, ended the call, and started complaining. It seemed that Christopher's conscience was clear; he was sleeping in the middle of the afternoon.Christopher gets up, runs his hand through his hair, and runs down the street towards Saphira's hotel.He stopped the car and entered the empty reception. He waited impatiently, and when the receptionist appeared, he was almost ready to shout for someone.- Good afternoon. I needed to speak to Miss Saphira Green.- Good afternoon. Miss Green is no longer staying at this hotel.- She didn't leave contact information if a courier or person came to ask for