Gerrard stood facing the stairs, unsure of whom to look for among them and what he should do next. He sat down on the sofa, a hint of worry crossing his brow.
Hearing the clattering sound of footsteps coming downstairs, Gerrard snapped out of his thoughts.
He looked over and saw Isabelle coming down the stairs with the dog. With one hand in her pocket and the other tossing up and down Jack's favourite small ball, she walked slowly and leisurely.
Upon seeing Isabelle, a strange sense of warmth inexplicably dispelled the heaviness in Gerrard's heart. He chose to fully trust Isabelle and felt ashamed of the slight doubt he had harbored.
Isabelle greeted him. "Back already?"
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