The car drove into the alley and stopped in front of the old house. Kris Cooper took two quick steps to catch up with Vera Wave, reaching out to wrap his arm around her waist.
As Vera opened the door, he slipped his hand inside her clothing.
"This fabric feels really nice!"
"Ugh, take it away."
"Take this away?"
"Ah... You jerk..."
Laughing and teasing, they opened the door and walked into the old house, not noticing the pair of jealous eyes watching from behind a tree not far away.
Only when the main door shut tightly, and their voices gradually faded, did Irene Spencer step out from the shadows behind the tree.
After spending two weeks in the detention center, she had lost quite a bit of weight, and her face appeared somewhat pale.
A bandage was noticeably wrapped around her right arm.
In the courtyard.
Vera Wave quietly retreated from Grandma Wave's room.
"Asleep?" Kris Cooper asked softly.
"Mhm."
