"Grandpa, I know. This issue she has… it'll be resolved eventually…" He helped his grandfather back to his room, sat him down, and poured him a glass of water. "You rest here for a bit. I'm going to check on Stella…"
He went straight up to the third floor, his heart heavy. 'Maybe I should find a chance to tell her that Flynn Lynch isn't dead. Or maybe I should let Flynn tell her himself… But this is a complicated matter. Now probably isn't the right time.'
At that moment, Stella was sitting cross-legged on her bed, staring blankly at the pile of battle chess pieces. For some reason, she felt an overwhelming sense of distress. 'I lost control the moment I saw these pieces. Why? I thought I'd moved on. Why am I so on edge?'
Sean Quinn knocked on the door. She looked up.
"May I come in?"
"Aren't you already inside?" Her emotions had calmed down considerably.
Sean Quinn walked in. "It's just a chess set. Why were you so harsh with Grandpa?"
