As Snow sat there, holding Red's worn-out earring, her eyes still fixed on David, he knew it was time to share a long-hidden truth. He took a deep breath, his heart pounding with the weight of his confession.
"Snow, there's something you should know," David began, his voice tinged with vulnerability. "The day you showed me Red's picture, I realized that she wasn't a complete stranger to me."
Snow looked at him curiously, her grip on the earring tightening slightly. "What do you mean?"
David hesitated for a moment, the memories of that fateful encounter resurfacing. "Years ago, before I met you, I had a chance encounter with Red. We met at a bar, and we... we spent a night together," he confessed, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment.
Snow's eyes widened with surprise and confusion. "You and Red?"
David's gaze fixed on the floor. "Yes, but just a fling. She might not even remember me as it was that trivial because after that night, We never saw each other. Until you showed me her picture. You see, I didn't recognize her until that moment too but that earring you found cleared up my memory."
Snow was left in stunned disbelief as David's revelation unfolded before her, causing her senses to spiral into a whirlwind of shock and astonishment. The weight of the information was so overwhelming that she found herself speechless, unable to utter a single word in response.
"I didn't want to tell you because I was afraid it would ruin anything between us," David continued, his voice filled with remorse. "I truly care about you, Snow, and I didn't want my past to come between us."
As the weight of David's revelation settled in, Snow couldn't help but feel a pang of disappointment. She understood that people had their pasts, but she couldn't shake off the feeling that he should have shared this crucial piece of information with her from the beginning—especially when they were both searching for Red together. It made her question if he had other secrets that he wasn't sharing.
Feeling a mix of emotions—hurt, frustration, and a sense of betrayal—Snow took a moment to compose herself. She wanted to believe that David had good intentions, but she just couldn't do that anymore.
"David, I'm disappointed. I really thought you were different."
"I am so sorry. I didn't know what to do."
"It doesn't matter that you slept with my friend, what matters is you didn't bother to tell me about it." she began, her voice steady but tinged with disappointment, "I wish you had told me about this before. At Least when it's about my friend who I'm dying to find."
"I'M REALLY SORRY."
"You know what, I really thought we were completely open with each other."
"Please, Can I do something?"
"Please, You already have done a lot. I need a break."
Snow leaves. David doesn't try to stop her because he knows he won't be able to.
As she left David's house and hailed a cab, her mind racing with thoughts of Red and the earring she now held. She knew she needed to share her suspicions with someone she could trust, and the only name that popped up in her head was ANDREW.
So, She decided to call Andrew.
"Andrew, it's Snow," she said, her voice urgent as she started the conversation. "I think I know where Red is—or at least, I'm suspicious about someone."