Simon Keats, however, wasn't ready to give up so easily. "So you've noticed she's different, too, haven't you? She's doing so much better now than she was two weeks ago. Disappearing for a couple of days last weekend seems to have been worth it, don't you think? It does make you wonder, though. What exactly do you think she went through? And who was she with?"
Louis Sutton slowly came to a halt. "If you're just going to talk to yourself, then please stay away from me."
Simon Keats wrapped the wool sweater around his neck and couldn't help but laugh again. "I'd advise you to lighten up a bit. Who doesn't want to live a happy life? Or would you rather she go back to forcing a smile like before? To be honest, I can't stand living under my uncle's suffocating pressure anymore. Here's hoping he's in a better mood when I go home this week..."
