Claire walked slowly to the desk and found that the tip of the pen next to the computer was placed skew slightly.
The sheets were not tucked right.
And in the air, there was an unfamiliar smell.
Apparently, someone had entered her room.
She pulled open the drawer. As expected, the gift was gone.
Claire's eyes were drooping, and there was no emotion on her face.
Downstairs became noisy.
Gallon happened to call and his voice was unusually serious.
"Someone is investigating you."
Claire grunted in response and opened the closet. There was a jumble of things in it.
Hearing that she sounded a bit irritable, Gallon asked her. "What's the matter?"
Claire replied lightly. "The gift was stolen."
"I remember, today is your grandpa's birthday, right? Do you know who stole it?"
Except for Phoebe, who else would do it?
Getting no response from her, Gallon continued. "Do you need me to send a gift to you now?"
