The door was slowly pushed open.
Flossie Wright, leaning against the pillow, sat half up in bed and looked toward the outside of the door.
Sure enough, she caught sight of Glenn Hutchinson's figure.
The door was halfway open, and he stood at the entrance, his posture upright.
The interior lights were bright, and his eyebrows and expression were clearly visible in the light.
His usual stern expression, his face emotionless, but at the instant their eyes met, you could clearly see a fluctuation in his eyes.
Not seen for a few days, he looked a bit haggard.
Flossie watched him without speaking, her expression indifferent, unchanged.
Without stepping inside, Glenn Hutchinson raised his hand to touch the light switch and slightly pushed it. The light suddenly dimmed.
"Go to sleep early."
A steady voice came from the darkness, carrying no emotion or fluctuation.
In an instant of sight, it plunged into darkness.
