Julian Winslow looked at Shalma Hughes, who was eating her noodles with her head bowed. His eyes darkened as he said, "Get some rest. You didn't look like yourself today at Nightfall."
Hearing this, Shalma paused and looked up. "Alright, I understand. You should rest well too, Mr. Winslow."
Only after Julian walked out of the guest room did Shalma finally relax her tense nerves. Today at Nightfall, she had lost control once again. This hadn't happened in a long time. She hadn't expected it to happen today... let alone for him to see it.
The next day, at the Old Winslow Residence.
