Ethan Sinclair had a meeting at the office, so he left after a quick breakfast and a short chat.
As he passed the sofa, his eyes flickered almost imperceptibly toward it. A square handkerchief lay folded in the corner, its soft texture and rich blue color the only things visible.
Ethan Sinclair glanced up at Lianne's face. Her gentle smile seemed no different than it had always been.
Lianne stood at the door to see him off. "Safe travels, Brother."
Ethan Sinclair reached out, about to pat Lianne's head as he always had, but she happened to turn back just then. "Debbie, I haven't finished my milk yet. You can clear it in a bit."
Unflustered, he drew his hand back. His expression was gentle but weary as he murmured, "Mm."
After seeing Ethan Sinclair off, Lianne went back inside. Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted the square handkerchief on the sofa.
'How did Seth Sinclair's handkerchief end up at my house? He doesn't seem like the careless type.'
