"Thank you for your help earlier, Mr. Aaron." Clara escorted the handsome lawyer to the front door of the Garcia family home.
"No problem, Miss Clara. I was instructed to help you, so I'm ready to do anything, no matter how small," Aaron explained with a smile.
Clara glanced at him. "Anything, no matter how small?" she asked ambiguously.
"That's right, Miss." Aaron nodded.
The woman grinned. "All right, then, good night, Mr. Aaron. See you again."
When Aaron was gone, Clara walked to the spacious front yard of the Garcia house. Her feet were bare, feeling the grass wet from the rain. Her body was now under the slightly cold night sky of Vellfire. Clara spread her arms, feeling the cold air piercing her bones, but even so, she still couldn't feel the pain. Smiling, she looked up at the reddish-yellow moon. Unconsciously, tears flowed down her thin cheeks.
