After Christabell's visit, Adrianna's heart warmed. The old woman gave Adrianna a new perspective that made her feel stronger.
"I know you just had a bad day," Christabell said, she was laid on the bed in the guest room so she wouldn't be too tired from sitting in the wheelchair for too long. While Adrianna sat on the single sofa close to the bed where her mother was lying. There was neither Aldric nor Richard because the two men chose to stay out of the room and make room for mother and daughter to talk to each other.
"Yes." Adrianna nodded, her eyes still puffy after crying for hours.
"You know sweetheart, I don't want to compare the loss we went through," Christabell said weakly. "All loss is always uncomfortable, and it really hurts." Christabell's lips curved into a smile and formed wrinkles at the corners of her lips.
