The two had breakfast together before leaving the suite.

The hotel butler would tidy the place and put things back in their original places for Zachary’s next visit.

Imogen went back to her room to catch up on sleep.

Meanwhile, Dylan called Grandma May. When she picked up, he asked, “Where are you, Nana?”

“I’m at Wildridge Manor. What’s up? Do you miss me? If you do, come back and have lunch with me,” she said. “My fish is done grilling! It smells so good.”

Dylan was speechless for a moment. “It’s early in the morning and you’re grilling fish to eat?”

“I’m not talking to you, I’m talking to my friends. And what’s wrong with eating grilled fish in the morning? It’s not that early anyway—it’s past nine. Can’t you see the sun is so high up in the sky?

“It’s warmer out today, too, so I went fishing with a few old friends and we are grilling our catches. It feels like we’re having a picnic and it’s pretty nice.”

Dylan could imagine the scene. There was a stream at the foot of the hi