Bell closed her eyes and took a deep breath.
She turned around and started walking out of the room.
“Bell?” Ashleigh called to her.
“You go with them,” Bell said to Peter as she moved past him. “Make sure she’s all right.”
Peter nodded but said nothing.
“Bell!” Ashleigh shouted.
Bell stopped. She looked back over her shoulder.
“Don’t worry about it, Ashleigh,” she said. “I already know.”
“Know what?” Ashleigh asked.
“That it’s your duty,” Bell sighed, walking away without another word.
As she went about her day, checking on other patients and coordinating with the others about the refugees arriving that evening, Bell couldn’t shake her frustration.
So she went to the only person that she knew could give her some form of relief.
“Hello, my love,” Bell cooed as she reached down into the crib, stroking Ren’s soft hair. “I was hoping you’d be awake.”
