The evening breeze was gentle and serene, intertwining warm white light and shadow into an elegant scene.
Claire Prescott leaned peacefully against the veranda pillar. Perhaps due to the lingering scent of ointment on her, not even mosquitoes dared to approach her.
But.
She had waited a long time, but Zara Leighton was nowhere in sight, nor was there any message from her.
Just as she raised her phone to find Zara's number, she faintly heard a soft conversation.
Initially, she paid no mind, but the more she listened, the more she felt something was off.
Simply because the voice resembled Zara's.
She put away her phone and followed the sound.
At a corner, she saw two shadows overlapping, faint and long, indistinct.
Until she clearly saw the side profiles of the two people.
Claire Prescott was instantly stunned, her face darkened further, her eyes mingling with the gloom, as deep and unfathomable as the sky.
Gloomy, as if a storm was about to break.
