Sylvia remained silent. After a pause, Marcus glanced up. “What is it?"

Sylvia's voice was barely above a whisper. "Mr. Fowler, Melissa... she's left."

Left...

Marcus' pen halted briefly before he replied, maintaining his composure. "She went back to Warsew, right? That's good. She has acquaintances there."

Sylvia fixed her gaze on Marcus.