Irish was really moved. She really had lost a lot, but there were still people for her to care about: her uncle, aunt, and Jay, as well as her lovely and stubborn friend Cassie.
The doorbell rang in the living room, sounding rather harsh in such a quiet atmosphere.
Mary popped her head out from the kitchen while Cassie stood up to open the door. Because of the carved hallway, Irish couldn't see the visitor but heard Cassie's voice sounding surprised.
Feeling strange, Mary walked to the door. Irish also heard her voice asking, "Who are you…."
"Hello, I came here for Irish."
It was the man's voice, familiarly low and mellow, making Irish feel astonished. The light in the living room was turned on, and she raised her hands to block the strong light. Then, through her fingers, she saw a man's tall figure.
