Bitter Farewell

"She was happily packing her own things?"

Desmond nearly laughed at his own stupidity. Was she really in such a hurry to leave the Croft residence?

"Mr. Croft, are you alright?" Doris asked, unsettled by his dark expression.

Desmond's mood had been all over the place lately.

"I'm fine!" he snapped. "If she likes packing, let her pack. She can carry it all down herself! Don't help her!"

With that,