Elaine could tell that Nora had hung up on purpose. She was probably worried that Elaine might keep talking and make things awkward between her and Samuel.

Just then, Samuel walked in, a glass of milk in hand. His tall frame cast a long shadow across the room, every detail of him so impeccably proportioned that even his silhouette looked like it belonged in an art gallery.

Nora immediately straightened up, setting her phone aside and greeting him politely, "Uncle ...