It was unclear whether she heard some noise from the phone or sensed something while standing downstairs, but after just a glance, the man below lifted his head, the black umbrella slightly tilted backward.
His deep and sharp features became exposed the moment they shifted under the umbrella, and in the dim world, that face seemed to vanish into the haze.
Yet, with just a single glance, Flossie Wright could recognize his identity.
The three-dimensional features, the stern expression, the tall and straight figure, and that army uniform.
He was holding his phone, pressing it to his ear, and Flossie could hear the muted sound of rain hitting the umbrella.
Flossie narrowed her eyes but couldn't hide the fleeting look that crossed the depths of her eyes.
"Is there something you need?"
Taking a deep breath, Flossie asked softly.
Downstairs, Glenn Hutchinson raised his head, his gaze lingering on her as he spoke with gravity, enunciating each word, "I missed you."
