The warm sun was shining obliquely outside the window.
Dora was lying on her stomach on the sofa, watching cartoons while stuffing potato chips in her mouth.
Gallon leaned against the kitchen door, watching the residue fall from her mouth onto the sofa, feeling sorry for his sofa.
"Why did you bring her here again?"
Claire sat on the chair and took a sip of the soda. "She followed me here."
Gallon narrowed his eyes and pondered. "Don't you think she is suspicious? She looks like Hunter so much, especially the eyes. Tusk… you gotta be careful."
"OK." Claire responded casually.
"Actually I have investigated her."
Hearing what Gallon said, Claire raised her eyes and looked at him. "What then?"
Gallon spread his hands. "Nothing was found."
"Nothing?" Claire was a little surprised.
"Yes, I can't find the least information about her. It's like she doesn't even exist. It's weird, isn't it?"
