"Is that you, Jade?" As Finn Lewis followed Grace Harvey into the yard, a weak and feeble voice came from inside the house.
"Mom, it's me, I've brought you some food." Grace spoke happily, still holding the food Finn had purchased from the restaurant in her hands. Standing at the doorway, Finn saw two broken door panels, guessing that the door of the room couldn't close anymore. He didn't follow Grace inside, as there was only one woman in there, and women of this era seemed quite conservative.
Should their reputation be tarnished, they were prone to commit suicide at the drop of a hat. Finn did not want to be responsible for a loss of life because of his actions. "Where did you get all this food from?! Who gave it to you?! Speak up!" The weak voice inside suddenly became harsh.
"Mom, it's... it's from an uncle, an uncle gave it to us, please don't be angry, don't be angry," Grace said somewhat frightfully.
"Uncle? Which uncle?"
"He's right outside."
