Yvonne Finley stepped back, her steps somewhat unsteady, the pain in her neck already subsiding. But seeing his expression at this very moment, she was plagued by inexplicable bitterness. Truth be told, she hadn't slept well all night.
She had been preoccupied with all the tribulations of the Baker family, the Johnson family, her own parents.
If the final outcome was indeed true.
Then what?
"I'm fine, it is still early, don't rush." She lightly tapped his arm with both hands, her voice delicate, her eyes showing no signs of panic or helplessness. Even when facing a matter of life or death, she remained calm and composed.
Caleb Baker looked at her, as if brewing some inner turmoil. Unusually, far from his usual lazy indifference, he now seemed to be as taut as a string, each and every part of him tugged at by internal emotions, waiting for an unanticipated moment to snap and shatter his insides, ending his life.
