Charles Northwood's bedroom is exceptionally clean, and she walks over step by step.
She slowly lies down on the big bed, with a smile on her face.
In her ears, it seems she can still hear Charles Northwood's voice, word by word, very clearly.
Closing her eyes, she can smell the scent that's unique to him.
She's made up her mind, starting today, she will live here.
She will wait until Charles Northwood returns.
At this moment, her phone rang; it was a call from home.
"Mom."
Tara Jameson speaks.
"Tara, have you had dinner?"
"I have."
"That's good. You need to take care of yourself over there, okay?"
"Mm, I know. You two should too."
At this point, Tara's mom finally gets to the point.
"Are you with Charles Northwood now?"
It's already late at night; she and Tara's dad are worried Tara might suffer.
"No, he's working; I'm staying at the school."
Tara Jameson understands her mom's concerns, so she immediately explains.
