The air already carries the chill of autumn, and the autumn wind makes her heart inexplicably cold.
In Brandan Hyde's study, she spent the entire morning searching but found nothing, causing a sense of fear to creep in.
Where did Brandan Hyde put the passport and ID?
They're not particularly valuable items, and there isn't a safe in the study. She considered asking directly, taking advantage of Brandan's lack of suspicion, but his cleverness worried her; she feared her inquiry would give her away.
What should she do?
Iris Harris lay helplessly on the bed, hugging the blanket in frustration, her heart brimming with anxiety and unease.
Time flew by, and before she knew it, it was afternoon.
Watching the clouds by the window gradually tinted by the sunset, Iris sighed softly and climbed out of bed.
She pondered all afternoon.
If Brandan didn't keep them at home, then there was only one place left.
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