"After I eat, I will go see her," Zuri murmured.
Before this, even from the first time Anne couldn't wake up and was very sick, she had been standing in front of her door for so long, but didn't have the courage to enter the room and go to her even once.
There was something that held her back. It was denial. She was in denial.
From the bottom of her heart, subconsciously, she always thought if she didn't see her, she would have the last memory of Anne; healthy, strong, loving and caring.
She didn't want to replace that image in her head with her dying, weak and sickly appearance.
Zuri knew it was ridiculous, it didn't make any sense at all, but it seemed, people had different ways to cope up when they had to face situations involving their loved ones.
