As evening fell, Thomas Chapman appeared slowly outside the small courtyard in his business car.
It was about an hour and a half drive, and the alley entrance of Cloudsea Road was near at hand.
The clouds swirled in the west, and Lucy Ansley stood in the slanting sunlight, turning to say goodbye to the man in the car.
The sky was still bright, and Henry Ronan did not get out of the car. He tilted his head to look at the girl bathed in the glow, "Go back now. Call if you need anything."
The man's simple reminder was like a warm and kind elder. Lucy Ansley nodded with a smile, turned, and walked away leisurely.
Perhaps there had been too much misfortune. In just a few encounters, this gentle and upright mentor had left an extremely deep impression on Lucy Ansley's barren heart.
Maybe, with a broadened mindset, the days ahead wouldn't be so difficult.
