Caroline Edwin walked away, and those little mites floating in the air exchanged glances before following.
She let them follow without stopping them.
The group descended the elevator and encountered Michael Harris in the lobby of the inpatient department.
He carried a thermos in his hands, his face as smiling as ever.
Upon seeing Caroline Edwin, he politely made small talk, "Are these all here to visit that hospitalized little girl?"
"They're classmates or alumni."
"So you're a teacher, hello hello, teachers who educate are the people I respect the most."
"Mr. Harris is too polite, are you here to bring your wife a meal? Go on up, your wife must be hungry by now."
Caroline Edwin, her face masked, exchanged pleasantries with Michael Harris, said a few casual words, and then bid him goodbye.
Rita Webster watched his departing figure, standing still with furrowed brows.
"What's wrong?"
