Ruth was trying to understand things as much as possible. Although she had proof of every fact, she found it difficult to accept it all.
Something kept nagging her mind. She had all the pieces, yet they somehow felt incompatible with each other. She had talked with every person she thought would help her. And they had given satisfying answers, except one thing.
Why Edwin was hesitant to tell her before?
The argument he gave that she would not have understood seems partially true. She was not understanding a thing now too.
There was something missing, and she could not choose before knowing it.
She immediately took the path to his office, where he had locked up himself since days after their previous conversation.
Opening the door without knocking it first, she barged into his office to see him drinking the usual red drink. He had the glass near his lips as his eyes looked up at her. He calmly put the glass down, waiting for her to say something.
