"Since everyone is fine, we shall take our leave!"
Taking his sister, whose head was bowed, Edgan left the shop; those remaining inside couldn't utter a single word.
"Mel, what is going on here?"
Moe, who had remained silent up until that moment, lunged forward, reaching Mel's side in two large strides.
"What do you mean?"
When his question was met with another question, the shop owner did not back down; he repeated the exact same question with insistence.
"What is going on here? Yesterday you were fighting to stay alive, but now you are standing perfectly sound right in front of me. And what about Edgan; how could he possibly undergo such a breakthrough in a single night?"
Fat Moe might not have realized it, but he had grabbed Mel's sleeve with one hand. When the young boy first looked at his own arm, then at Moe's arm, he came to his senses. The atmosphere tensed; in the two seconds until the young girl's voice was heard, anything could have happened.
