The next morning, I woke up to a strange link sitting in my notifications. It came from an unknown number, and I did not even bother opening it. It looked like spam, and I had more pressing things to worry about anyway. Mendy still had not answered any of my messages, and none of my calls were going through either.
I pushed myself out of bed and slid the glass door to the balcony open. Cold air rushed in immediately. I stepped outside, zipped my jacket up to my chin, and lit a cigarette after brushing the snow off one of the sunbeds. The metal frame was icy under my fingers as I lowered myself onto it and leaned back, staring at the pale sky above the city.
I dialed Penelope while taking my first drag. The weather was calmer today. No wind, no snow falling, no rain. Just that sharp, quiet cold that crept into your lungs.
"Evan?" Penelope answered.
"Hey, Pen," I said. "Do you know why Mendy isn't answering my calls?"
