Deirdre made her way to the left side of the yard and stood against the wall while she said, “It should be here.”

Kyran turned on the flashlight on his phone and saw it. He opened up the switchboard and discovered that it was a little more complicated than a tripped breaker. It was fortunate that the toolbox was nearby.

“Can you hold the phone?”

He needed someone to shine the light.

Deirdre nodded. “Sure.”

She took the phone and was assigned to stand at a suitable position by Kyran. It was fortunate that there was no wind in the yard, but she was still shivering in the cold.

Kyran removed his jacket suddenly and draped it across Deirdre’s body.

Deirdre felt no longer cold when she was wrapped in the man’s jacket with his warmth. Yet, she remembered that Kyran did not dress warmly either, so she wanted to remove the jacket. “It’s fine, Mr. Reed…”

Kyran insisted and helped her to button the jacket before he continued his task.

Deirdre felt comforted for some unknown reason