Find Me In Your Labyrinth pdf

It was pretty clear that he had no further interest in engaging with Winston.
Estelle made her nightly ritual of delivering late-night snacks, but the person she was searching for seemed to
have the discipline to resist even these small indulgences. Could it be that her brother was so self-controlled
that he wouldn’t even sneak a bite?
She had ventured down to the eleventh basement level more than once, but her efforts had come up empty. In a
way, no news was good news; at least it meant her brother wasn’t among those subjected to the experiments.
She finally decided to take a couple of days off considering she had been waking up with a sore neck and was
on the verge of seeking medical advice.
That night, Estelle and Lambert sat side-by-side at the bar, casually chatting away.
Evelyn, donning the bar’s signature maid outfit, sauntered over and handed them each a drink with a smile.
“This one’s on me!”
Lambert offered a gentlemanly smile in return. “Thanks, beautiful!”
A blush tinted Evelyn’s cheeks. “Don’t mention it. You’ve both been such a help; I don’t know how to thank you enough!” Estelle
quizzed her, “Have you seen your boyfriend yet?” Evelyn shook her head, her expression turning somber. “I’m starting to think
he’s avoiding me on purpose.” Her face hardened with resolve. “Unless he’s left Zion, I refuse to believe I can’t find him!” “Right
on!” cheered Lambert, nodding in agreement. “That’s the spirit you need when chasing after a guy!” Estelle gave him a sideways
glance before advising Evelyn, “Don’t listen to him. If you can’t find him, it’s best
you head back soon. It’s still pretty dangerous around here.”
Evelyn was visibly torn. “I’ll wait a little longer.”
She had traveled leagues to find this place, and without hearing it straight from him, she couldn’t let go just yet.
After Evelyn walked away, Lambert turned to Estelle with a knowing look. “You’ve never been in love, have
you?”
Estelle arched an eyebrow. “What makes you say that?”
Estelle coolly turned her head away, unimpressed. She scanned every passerby without drawing attention, still
on the lookout for the person she sought.
Just then, a curvaceous woman approached, eyeing Lambert with a flirtatious gaze. With her back to Estelle,
she tried to jostle her aside with a bump of her hips.
Estelle looked at the fallen woman in astonishment, then back at Lambert, her expression clearly saying, “Don’t
blame me for this.”
At eleven o’clock that night, Estelle decided to go back and sleep. Uncharacteristically, Lambert decided to walk

her back.
Estelle ignored his offer, heading for the fridge to grab a bottle of water instead. After a hefty gulp, she retorted,
“If you’re feeling lonely, there’s no shortage of company for you.”
Estelle’s eyes were clear and steady. “Because the man I love is even more remarkable than you.”