At half-past ten, Christopher Robinson was on his way home.
As Iris Yael entered the Reception Room, she saw Amelia Cobb stroking the cat with her head bowed.
The short-haired cat rubbed against her hand back and forth, seemingly enjoying its owner's touch immensely.
Seeing someone, Amelia patted the cat's head, and the kitten meowed before jumping away.
"You've been through a lot," Amelia said softly, her gratitude genuine.
After all, what Iris had done for her since childhood until now was certainly beyond expectations.
Ever since she could remember, Iris considered attending parent-teacher conferences a waste of time, and yet she had spent so many days in Harbor because of Amelia.
This was indeed a rarity.
"It's not about being tired or not, I'm just atoning for my sins!"
What Amelia knew, Iris might not have been unaware of, but she always thought there was plenty of time left.
Who could have guessed that life was so fleeting, and there was no time to spare?
