When Sheila heard his voice, she glanced downstairs.
She saw a familiar car parked outside, and the man leaning against it on the phone was none other than Jacques.
He seemed to sense her gaze and looked up toward the window.
As their eyes met, Sheila quickly turned away.
It wasn’t appropriate for him to linger outside the house like this.
After hanging up the call, Sheila stepped into the kitchen and turned off the stove. She then instructed Wilson, who was washing fruit, "Wilson, I'm going downstairs for a moment. Stay here and don't wander off."
"I'll take care of the rest in the kitchen. Don't worry and do what you need to do."
She couldn’t shake the worry that, after she left, Wilson might hurt herself in the kitchen.
Earlier, when she had been on the phone, Wilson had quietly
