55 To My Loved Ones.

"Hi," Anabelle said awkwardly. Now, that's concerning.

"What are you doing here?" I asked. I didn't remember her telling me that she was going to visit me today.

"I came to give you your birthday present and wish you well, but you weren't home. Your mom said that I could wait," Anabelle explained nervously.

"And what might you be doing, Mrs. Marilyn? Don't tell me you're analysing Ana just like you did for me," I asked Marilyn, who sat beside Anabelle with a notepad and quill in her hand.

"Oh, this? It's nothing, just a little cross-questioning with your friend. I hope you don't mind," Marilyn said as she pushed the notepad into her spatial ring.