The embers in the fireplace made a 'hissing' sound. In this quiet and cozy space, it seemed to bizarrely set off a shiver across the skin, a continuous sensation of tremors, an inexplicable chill.
Snowflakes were flying thick and fast outside the window, a thick layer of snow covering the ground, reaching higher than the floor-to-ceiling windows.
Yvonne Finley stared blankly at the small bracelet on Dax Harrison's wrist across from her.
Dax looked at her, his mood always somewhat unclear. He stretched his legs and said, "I don't quite understand your situation now, but I can guess some of the problems. He has moved some of his businesses from home to abroad. He will not return to such a sad place."
It took a while.
Only then did Yvonne Finley slowly ask, "Why are you telling me this?"
