(Author's POV)
"Are my girls all set?" William asked, glancing at his two daughters and their suitcases.
"Yeah~ … clothes, toiletries, all the basics—done and dusted," Wendy replied, her voice full of energy.
"Good," Sandra said, then turned to Myra. "How about you? You haven't forgotten anything, have you?"
Myra was lost in her own thoughts.
Ever since Dion had dropped her off and left, she had been trying to talk to her parents about delaying their visit to Kimberg, but she hadn't found the right moment. She had even gone to see Wendy in her room, but when she stepped inside, Wendy was enthusiastically packing her luggage.
When Wendy saw Myra, she walked over and asked, "Sis, you are back. How are you holding up?"
"I'm fine," Myra said, nodding as Wendy led her towards the bed. "Sit here." Then she asked, "Did you meet Prof. Stephens grandfather?"
"Ummhmm~ … I did," Myra answered.
