Standing outside of the door to the clinic, their three figures outlined by the wavering light of a flame. Barnibus and Cassius, watching Aribelle's expression anxiously as she read each line of the correspondence in the dim hall. They remained silent as they observed her mood become increasingly bleak.
At last, reaching Mikel's steady signature scribed across the bottom of the page. Abirbelle crumpling the piece of paper in her hands. Her fingers curling, Aribelle's nails dug into her palm she suppressed the impulse to throw it down out of frustration. Aribelle acknowledged that fate was not only unfair towards her. However, if there was ever a time Aribelle wished she could scream all of her grievances at whatever omnipotent being controlled this world, it was now.
