In the dark of the night, upon the dried leaves, Suyin sat near the tombstone of her son. Her hands swiped the dirt until the two tiny feet stamped in marble come to her vision. She lied down over it, embracing the one sleeping in the arms of mother nature.
"I knew you would be here,"
She heard a voice but didn't bother to look up or sit down.
"Lie. He sent you here."
Dr. Colton sat down near her, "Yes. He messaged me. He was worried."
"Are you sure he was worried about me and not the consequences he is about to face?" Her voice came cold, full of hatred.
"You know the answer better than anyone. Do you think his concern and love for you--"
"Love?" Suyin had to interrupt, "I will definitely go through the definition again. I'm pretty sure what he did was anything but love. Dr. Colton, you may go and tell him that to his utter disappointment I'm very much alive and sane."
