Leah Sinclair hadn't slept all night. At one point, a relative had pulled her up and made her rest on the sofa. She didn't know how long she sat there, but as dawn broke, she went back to kneeling.
When others saw they couldn't convince her otherwise, they could only sigh and let her be. Everyone here knew that Grandma Sinclair had raised Leah single-handedly. Now that her grandmother was gone, they understood her grief.
Asher Keating and Sean Yates found Leah Sinclair's home by following the sound of the funeral dirge. As they walked through the village, people saw them and began to speculate about who they were.
When they stepped into the Sinclair family's courtyard, everyone stared at them oddly. The way Asher Keating and Sean Yates looked, they were clearly not people anyone from around here would know.
"You're... Ah, I remember now. Leah's boss? Hello, hello."
First Uncle Sinclair, realizing who he was, hurried out to greet him. "What brings you here?"
