Capítulo 98: The Calm Before the Weekend    

Sinclair sat back, enjoying his tea as sunlight filtered through the leaves, casting dappled patterns on the garden. Just then, Eve strolled by, her steps brisk as she threw her things into her bag.

"Hey, old man! I'm off to school," Eve called. "Taking a day off from here, too. I'll be at my condo for the weekend, alright?"

Sinclair's brow twitched, but he closed his eyes, steadying himself. "It's grandfather, if you don't mind," he muttered, shifting his teacup. "And remember, the auction is this weekend. Don't be late."

Eve grinned, calling over her shoulder, "Don't worry, I won't be!"

With a wave, she was gone, and the quiet that filled the house was immediate and almost blissful.

Sinclair sighed, letting himself finally relax. "Ah . . . peace and quiet at last."