The dark red door was heavy and elegant, and through its crack spilled the light from within.
As she passed by, her peripheral vision caught sight of the man with a commanding presence holding something in his hands.
Maeve Lane stopped her steps and looked toward the place where Julian Fairchild was.
Miles Hughes saw Maeve Lane pause in front of Julian Fairchild's room, opened his mouth, but the words were blocked by Maeve Lane's "shush" gesture.
He looked puzzled, casting a bewildered glance at Maeve Lane.
Her expression was serious, her gaze focused.
Miles Hughes also peeked in to see what their young master was up to.
Julian Fairchild held an old-looking phone in his hand, occasionally swiping his fingers, seemingly browsing through something.
His eyes bore a deep, unfathomably profound look.
The same gaze he had when he taught her this evening.
