"Cassie, are you still awake?" He walked to the door excitedly, carrying a paper bag in his hand.
He was supposed to have a late shift, but the operation did not push through. Miraculously, the child recovered from her comatose and appeared to be doing well even without the need for operation.
He had been looking forward to going home earlier than before since she had stayed with him at his apartment. His lonely life had been more colorful with her around.
"In here." She shouted at him, directing him to follow her voice into the small kitchen.
She was not expecting him to come home early. These past few days, he had been practically living in the hospital. He would only come home to take a bath and change, and then, he was off again.
"Where?" He looked around the source of her voice, but he found the room empty. There was no sign of her anywhere. He wondered if he only imagined her voice as his eyes roamed around the room.
