The next day, early morning.
The sky was still dark.
After a sleepless night, Oliver Scott got up early, took a shower, and threw on some clothes before heading downstairs.
"Morning."
As he caught a glimpse of a figure entering his peripheral vision, Oliver heard a lazy and casual greeting.
Taking a closer look, Oliver realized it was Nora Scott.
She must have been up for quite a while. Although she wasn't wearing makeup, her hair was tied up and she was dressed neatly, with an extra trench coat and her left hand tucked in its pocket.
She greeted him with a brief glance, then continued down the stairs without pause.
"Wait."
Oliver called out to her.
She paused slightly, leaning against the staircase railing and lifted her eyelids.
Her eyes were clear and bright, like a pool of still water, which helped alleviate some of Oliver's pent-up unease from the night.
"You knew all along, didn't you?" Oliver asked in a deep voice.
"Ah."
