‘How does one reach out to her when no number is displayed on the flier but only a symbol?’

Brendan looked up and landed his gaze on the tightly-shut door of the supermarket.

The proprietress drowsily opened the supermarket door and muttered, “Are you trying to get yourself killed? Why are you knocking on the door so early in the morning? If it’s nothing important, I swear I’m going to f*ck*ng—”

In the next moment, her voice halted to a stop.

The proprietress looked at the man standing at