He had to rely on that to see if she could see him. Only when she could see him would he be confident that he could effectively carry out this his duty.
"Please work. Please, tell me you can see me." Sunday pleaded desperately, looking at her with a gritted teeth.
Just then, the girl's form shuddered and she turned, partially. She tilted her head from the left in such a way that her jaws were now implanted into the mattress , the very act of it as she she had heard something but was not sure what it was.
Sunday gasped, excitement spreading through his frame. If she reacted that way, then, it meant she could hear him. He saw her return her head back to the same position it was in, before. And thus time, she was not sobbing.
In fact, if he was to make a guess, he would arrive at the conclusion that she was waiting, straining to confirm if she actually heard anything. Or if her mind was playing tricks on her.
