"Timmy?" Melody Thorne walked in and found the little guy in a corner of the room, with a robot in his hands that he was almost done taking apart.
He could clearly categorize all the wires.
"Melody, I have a secret to tell you," Timmy leaned in sneakily, pointing to the balcony above, "I discovered recently that Grandma is always secretly making phone calls. I don't know what she's talking about."
Timmy's mischievous expression made Melody Thorne want to laugh. She ruffled his hair, "Yes, but when adults are talking, children shouldn't listen."
"I know," Timmy continued to fiddle with the thing in his hands.
Melody Thorne recalled that she needed to find Mrs. Quinn and headed upstairs, not finding any sign of Mrs. Quinn on the entire balcony.
"Mom," Melody Thorne walked up and heard voices coming from the glass room on the balcony.
