Aurielle was still clinging to her mother's arm—Sandra's expression mildly sullen—while staring toward the windshield without truly processing anything she was seeing.
However, everything shifted the very moment the car rounded the corner, revealing a familiar silhouette at the edge of her vision.
Aurielle narrowed her eyes slightly.
The distance was still fairly far… yet that face—that posture—there was something about it that instantly pulled her gaze toward it.
She subtly signaled to her mother that she had spotted Al up ahead.
But there was another figure beside her younger brother, someone who for some inexplicable reason made her feel… strange.
Not in a special way—at least not yet—but the curiosity that welled up within her was overwhelmingly large.
That was definitely Al… and who in the world was the man standing in front of him? she wondered.
Aurielle unconsciously leaned forward a little, as if doing so would somehow sharpen her vision.
