The old yellowing wallpaper remained on the walls of the Shelby home, for a moment she wondered to see if the etching John had carved into the wood work remained with it. A smile stayed present on her face as she trailed them, rounding the turns to the betting shop with a familiar ease, effortlessly remembering every step of the building. Sabrina released an impressed huff when she stepped inside the betting shop that was already filled with men. "This, however, is nothing like I recall," she remarked, her hands sweeping across the expensive wooden tables in examination.
