He carefully examined his feelings.

He thought about the dead Elvira and his wife Rena. Even though it was largely because of her appearance and figure, he really liked Rena.

When he snapped back to his senses, it was already nine o'clock in the evening.

The night was dark, and everywhere was covered with snow.

Waylen grabbed his coat and walked out of the law office. On his way back to the Fowlers’ house, he passed by a flower shop that was still open. He stopped and bought a bunch of champagne roses.