His voice carried a soothing allure, especially when he intentionally lowered the end of his sentences, stirring ripples of emotion.
Yvonne Finley felt she had been in this place for too long. Her fingers were stiff from the cold. She subconsciously lifted her hand to touch the corner of her eyes, "Red? I don't think so?"
She clearly hadn't been crying.
She almost never cried.
Ever since she knew better, she had ceased crying.
Caleb Baker was particularly sensitive in noticing her surroundings. There were breezes and rustling noises of leaves blowing through.
"Where are you?"
Yvonne Finley rubbed her icy fingers, and answered truthfully, "Outdoors. Still haven't returned home yet."
"Where?"
He, however, was insistent on her situation.
Caleb Baker usually appeared nonchalant, his tone always casual. People like him, when they became attentive, could be particularly piercing.
