Admire

All it took was the act of opening the door for Moreau to step into her own room. However, there was a special urge that made her hold back, fixated on observing Abihirt's form still there, in the living room, sitting back with his laptop on his lap. Occasionally she would also catch the man massaging his own nose or rubbing his temples, and seemed to be trying to really focus on the monitor.

Abihirt not feeling well?

The gesture said it all, but Moreau didn't have enough courage to approach. She didn't want to swim in clear water when it would make it murky. People were sober; busy; and possessed of enough instinct to be suspicious. Something that would not be better than nurturing a caring attitude towards her stepfather.

There was Barbara. It had to be Barbara. She could vent everything to her husband. Moreau just didn't understand why her mother was nowhere to be seen. Still sleeping? That would be in an odd crisis, since Barbara always woke up early. Perhaps