“Don’t cry, you’ve still got me,” he soothed.


    He held her quietly, letting her tears flow, before gently nudging her towards her room to rest.


    After closing her door, Dn wandered back to the living room.


    He picked up the card and note left by Rosalynn from the coffee table, examining them under the dim light.


    Suddenly, the doorbell pierced the silence, startling him.


    Jolted, Dn set down the card and note and hurried to answer the door.


    Expecting Rosalynn and Brian, he was surprised to find someone else entirely.


    Peering at the unfamiliar woman, Dn inquired cautiously, “Who are you looking for?”


    “Is this Jamir’s ce?” the woman asked.


    “Yes, who are you?”


    The woman hesitated, then answered, “I’m Shari Dixon, a friend of your brother.”


    Dn was taken aback.


    Another friend of Jamir’s?


    He examined Shari for a brief moment, then stepped aside to let her in.


    Shari entered, her eyes quickly scanning theyout of the ce.


    Her gazended on the card and note on the coffee table, and she paused, a shadow of emotion crossing her face.


    Dn walked over, bent down, and stowed away the card and note.N?velDrama.Org content rights.


    “Please, have a seat.”


    Shari nodded and settled onto the sofa.


    She inquired, “Did someonee by just now?”


    “Yes.”


    Dn cleared away the cups Rosalynn and Brian had used, then offered Shari a ss of water.


    epting the ss, Shari expressed her thanks before asking, “The visitors were Brian Hughes and his wife, weren’t they?”


    Surprised, Dn asked, “How did you know that?”


    Shari took a sip of water and replied, “Their names were on the note.”


    Dn sank into the sofa, remaining silent.


    Setting down the ss, Shari ventured, “They came to offer you financial help, didn’t they?”


    Again, Dn chose not to respond.