Godfery Shaw arrived and immediately saw some weeds growing in the flower bed of the small courtyard.
He rolled up his sleeves and entered the flower bed, starting to pull out weeds, carefully avoiding stepping on any flower.
After the yard was cleaned, he washed his hands at the watering hose outside.
Only then did he skillfully retrieve the key from under the flowerpot on the windowsill.
Godfery Shaw frowned slightly. Someone had been there.
The position of the key had changed.
But Godfery Shaw didn't think much about it; those who cared about Amelia also occasionally came to clean up.
Godfery Shaw opened the door and entered.
The cold, sharp eyes turned gentle upon entering the house.
It's hard to imagine that someone as intimidating as Godfery Shaw could become gentle.
Godfery Shaw looked around, then sat quietly in the room, staring blankly.
He's often like this over the years; during moments of unrest and self-torment, he would come here to sit.
