This time, the car stopped in the courtyard. Jane Sampson recognized the sound and stood up excitedly. She didn't dare to go to the doorway; she could only stand in front of the living room sofa, eagerly looking toward the doorway.
Old Master Black entered the door first, followed by Bright Sampton holding the urn, and Peter Gingery came in last, quickly closing the main gate. The Aunt stood by the window, keeping watch.
Jane Sampson watched Bright Sampton walk in slowly, head down, clutching the box in his arms tightly, just like a marionette, without any of his usual liveliness.
"Bright," Jane said, her heart aching as she walked toward him, calling out, "I'm here. I'm okay."
At the sound of Jane calling his name, Bright Sampton's body stiffened instantly.
The hand holding the urn visibly trembled, almost dropping the urn in his arms.
A few seconds later, Bright Sampton lifted his eyes to look at the person standing in front of him.
