With such grandeur and formality, it certainly deserved thorough coverage from the television station.
The noise from the TV filtered into Norris Moore's ears, becoming a jarring and indistinct buzz. Her gaze rested on the man's face across from her. After more than a month without seeing him, his body might still be unwell, his complexion faintly pale, as if lacking blood.
However, his hair had been trimmed, and the coarse fingerprints on the tips of his fingers, which held a cigarette, had faded. His shirt was crisp and carefully chosen, without a wrinkle in sight.
Sitting there, he was once again Trenton Smith from her memories.
How nice.
Quietly, Norris withdrew her gaze and hugged little Sammy Shark a little tighter without saying a word.
The lover who used to be so close just a month ago was now sitting together in silence.
She didn't know what Maple Swallow had said to Trenton to make him now...hate her so much.
It must be hate, right?
