The dawn broke, and the warm streaks of light seeped through the window lattice, whisking away the gloom left by the night.
Caleb Baker entered the room, his black hair covering his eyes, carrying the breakfast from the Violet Pavilion.
Noticing that Yvonne Finley was already up, he swapped his shoes and walked in, probably due to the sleepless night, his voice was slightly hoarse, "It's still early. Didn't sleep well?"
Yvonne Finley followed him and finally sat down by the dining table before asking, "Have those matters regarding Walker Martinez been dealt with?"
Caleb's motion of preparing the meal paused slightly before he casually replied, "Not yet finished."
Yvonne Finley nonchalantly played with the spoon next to her hand, and calmly asked, "He's found, right?"
Her demeanor was so clear, her eyes were calm like autumn waters, but they showed sharpness that seemed to see through everything.
