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Kira adjusted her glasses as she walked toward the front desk of Redcliffe Manor with a subdued Trevor in tow. His expression was somewhat strained. He had skipped breakfast before they had left the motel, focusing on coffee to deal with his hangover. Kira tried her best not to take any enjoyment from seeing him in such a state.
Inside, a few residents shuffled by with walkers or canes in the direction of some kind of main hall. A matronly woman in a starched white nurse’s uniform with a swooping coif of gray hair looked up from behind a large front desk as Kira approached. The name on her badge was ‘Maureen’.
“May I help you?” Maureen asked with a curious look at both Kira and Trevor over the metal rims of the reading glasses perched at the end of her nose. Kira doubted they got man
