"Oh?"

Cecelia didn't expect the words to come out of Clark's mouth. She froze, not knowing how to respond.

Sounds like Clark was close to his mother?

Cecelia couldn't believe there was connection between them.

"Presbyter Clark, you mean?"

Clark shook his head slightly, interrupted Cecelia, and motioned for Cecelia to follow him.

Cecelia certainly had to keep up.

They walked side by side, opened the door and walked a long way, until Clark lost sight of the Farris Building and he began to speak.

"Cecelia, your mother and I were friends before she had you."

Friend?

Cecelia eyed Clark. In the depths of his eyes, there was a soft...