Charles Mcintosh bent his head and saw the illuminated webpage on the tablet.
University of Cakago's official website.
A twinge struck Charles's heart as he looked up at the back of Sylvan Cheney.
He knew Sylvan hadn't left the house all day today, which was unusual for him.
The man in the gray sweater stood by the window, his suit pants wrapping around his long legs. Poised and elegant, he stood at the window.
Charles didn't disturb Sylvan, but left the living room to call Lilac Serval.
Sylvan stood by the window, his gaze falling on the trees in the courtyard.
When the wind blew, the sound of wind chimes from the high balcony could be heard, tinkling continuously.
Those wind chimes had been hung by Jasmine Yale and had always been there.
Waiting for the wind, waiting for your return.
Before him lay the deepening twilight and swaying branches, but Sylvan saw a little girl's silhouette instead.
