I cut off my past with Robert to move forward with Michael.
I saw a large bed in the middle of the room. Although everyone said that Robert was having a hard time, I could see that he was being treated as best as he could by the people around him.
Robert was lying on the bed, covered in a white goose-down quilt. Beside the bed was a lit fireplace, and the room was warm.
I walked to the edge of the bed and looked at Robert's exposed face. His eyes were closed, and his cheekbones protruded. He looked nothing like the healthy, energetic man he used to be. His hair had not been combed for a long time; it had grown so messily that it had covered his eyes.
Robert heard my approaching footsteps and slowly opened his eyes.
