Evelyn wasn't used to being fed, but gradually, she gulped down the food like it was the most natural thing.

“It's over nine now. Are you still hanging out? Are you having dinner?”

Debbie could hear her daughter chewing on something.

She was curious. Evelyn never talked while she ate. She had been away from home for only two days, and she had already changed so much.

Debbie wondered if it was because she felt free outside.

"Yes. There are a lot of street foods in this city."

“Are they delicious?" Evelyn seldom ate such street foods. Now, she had begun to eat them as well.

"Yes, very much."

“ALL right, Evelyn. Take care of yourself."

“I will, Mom. How are the others doing? Is Grandma sleeping?" Sheffield led her to a quiet place and sat down. He put all the snacks in front of her.

“Not yet. Your grandma is waiting for me to report to her about you.

She asked me to remind you of your safety. She is always worried."

“Tayson is with me. I'll be okay. Please ask her not to worry so much.”

“ALL right, I'll let you be. Have a good time over there," Debbie said.

"I will. Bye, Mom," Evelyn replied.

Debbie hung up and turned to Miranda, who was sitting on the edge of the bed, waiting for her news about her granddaughter.

"Piggy said she is fine. She is out having dinner."

"Did she sound happy?" Evelyn's mood was Miranda's biggest concern. She had been diagnosed with depression, after all. Everybody in the family was worried about her. They wanted her to be happy, above all.

Debbie reflected on the phone call.

"She sounded relaxed. She said the food is delicious. I think she is happy, Mom," she said with a smile.

Miranda was relieved to hear that.

After Evelyn had finished talking to her mom on the phone, Sheffield bought her some steamed sweet potato with cheese.

She frowned at the smell of cheese.

He opened the foil. It was so hot that steam erupted from it. He spooned some and placed it near her lips.

“Have a taste. There was a long line in front of the store. It should be delicious."