Mary and Lester watched Laura as she sat on the bed, wiping her tears off. They were both very concerned but couldn't do anything but quietly watch her.
Laura couldn't stop but think about being in the darkroom. She had thought, what if she never came out of it? Would she slowly die? Or would she be alone again?
"Mary, I need water."
Upon hearing her request, Mary quickly went to get Laura a cup of water and gave it to her. Laura took big gulps and finished the water. She then gave the cup back to Mary and looked at Lester's worried face.
Lester did not know why he had felt concerned for Laura. He also did not know why he had detested her, but in his eyes, he had only seen a fragile young girl.
"Are you feeling unwell?"
"I'm fine."
Laura wondered what had happened to her. She was confused about why she had suddenly blacked out after closing the window. Her memory was still fuzzy and she couldn't remember how it looked like, but she remembered just seeing a shadow.
