The late autumn nights are always very calm, and the Lancaster Family's yard is in the far eastern suburb of the city, where people are scarce, and the vast area sparsely dotted with some small villas.
The storm next door has also calmed down, standing at the window, Daxton Lancaster clearly hears the sound of doors opening and closing. His tall and skinny brother walks out of the small yard, looking back up at the building when he gets to the gate.
Daxton Lancaster squints his phoenix eyes slightly. He knows his brother isn't looking for him. The cigarette between his fingers is down to the butt, but he still brings it to his lips and takes a heavy drag.
The choking sensation is gone, but his heart remains oppressively heavy, as if a big stone presses down on it, so heavy he can't breathe.
When Daxton Lancaster returns to the room, Violet Zimmerman is already asleep; the lamp is left on at the side where he sleeps.
