In the restaurant, Gem Atkinson, Peter Andrews, and Fred Andrews all sat, turning their heads simultaneously to look at her.
"Have you seen Beas?"
Peter shook his head, "No."
Forsythia's nose sweated with urgency, "Then where did Beas go?"
Gem just looked at her, and after a long moment, he put down the spoon in his hand, took a wet wipe from the side, and wiped his hands before standing up and striding upstairs.
Forsythia quickly followed behind him.
Gem went upstairs and directly into the master bedroom.
Forsythia said, "I just looked there, he wasn't there."
Gem ignored her, heading straight for the dressing room.
As he pushed open the door of the dressing room, Forsythia was taken aback; the room was full of clothes, including men's, children's, and women's. The women's clothes still had their tags on them.
These clothes were...
Still in a daze, Forsythia watched as the man reached into a corner of the wardrobe and quickly retrieved a little ball of flesh.
