He moved closer and crouched again, picking up one of the packets and squeezing it with a look of annoyance on his face. After a few seconds of staring at nothing, seemingly lost in thought, he straightened up and shook his head, muttering something under his breath.
Exiting his mother's bedroom and stepping out into the hallway, the sound of approaching footsteps halted his movements. He turned to see the head chef walking toward him, balancing a tray of food with several other cooks trailing behind her.
When the head chef reached him, she stopped and offered a polite nod. "Good morning, Mr. Evans."
The other cooks greeted him in unison, and Evans returned a curt nod in acknowledgment.
The head chef was about to walk past him when she noticed the packet he was absentmindedly fidgeting with in his hand. She recognized it immediately—it looked just like the one Adeline had shown her earlier.
