The cup of water had already cooled down, but she hadn't drunk much from it.
She hadn't brought her phone with her, and she felt like a fool, sitting there blankly.
She mocked herself, pushed the cup away, rested her hands on the table, with her face against her arms, her right hand holding the cup, playing with it.
She spun it a few times, and only when the back of her hand was facing her eyes did she notice the wound on it.
A thin blood mark, not deep, yet very conspicuous. She touched it and found the mark had dried, showing no sign of bleeding, so she didn't care and continued lying on the table, waiting.
After waiting for more than an hour, there was finally some movement in the living room. Grace Parker's voice was particularly loud: "Will you give me a ride back?"
This apartment was luxurious and extravagant, with excellent soundproofing, so Tracy seemed to guess her intention from the loud voice.
