The night before the school festival, Eloise Thompson came home early from work.

Looking at the empty house, she couldn't help but see a glint of low in her eyes, and for some reason, Eloise Thompson thought of Hector Rogers whenever she was quiet.

The few days of peace and quiet had been both restful and difficult for her. It was as if Hector Rogers and Solomon had literally disappeared from her world; would they really never come and go again?

Eloise Thompson felt mixed emotions even

though she had pushed him away with her own hands.

Just then, the phone on the desk rang, and every time she heard...