Sam had been purchased three years ago, showing signs of being well-handled, his fur becoming bare. She touched Sam's fish mouth and, unable to help herself, chuckled as her eyes fell.
Initially, Trenton Smith had thrown it into the trash can behind her back.
She held the little shark Sam tightly, cherishing him as she looked around the room laden with so many traces of Trenton Smith, before she turned off the light and left.
Norris Moore, carrying a suitcase, was heading downstairs to leave.
When Sherry White unlocked the door and came in, she saw Norris Moore at the door, one hand holding a suitcase and the other holding a stuffed animal.
She appeared somewhat tired, her face pale under the lighting as she wore no makeup. Lifting her head and seeing Norris Moore, she froze, then quickly recovered, showing a gentle smile, "Norris, you're back."
Norris Moore hadn't yet snapped back to reality.
She stared at Sherry White, her mind a little confused.
Why was Sherry White here?