She pulled it out and glanced down. It was Marlon Marshall calling.
She answered right away. "Hello?"
"Where did you go? I didn't see you when I got home," Marlon Marshall's voice said from the other end of the line.
"You're home just as early tonight as you were yesterday." 'I can guess why he's home so early,' she thought. 'Carol Young must have come back with him.'
"Where are you?" he asked again.
"At my brother's house. What is it?" Jean Grant sounded weary.
"Hurry back."
"Okay."
She hung up the phone and looked at Ethan Ellsworth in front of her, saying, "I should get going."
Ethan Ellsworth looked up. "Alright."
Watching her figure disappear through the door, he leaned back on the sofa and pressed a hand to his forehead. His mood suddenly plummeted for no reason at all.
At that moment, he felt that he wasn't as happy as he had been back on set.
'Where on earth did that happiness run off to?'
His chest felt heavy, tight.
