[Ellie's P.O.V.]
When Rowling came out of the room, I stood outside the door, not daring to go in. Rowling motioned to me in a low voice, and I stepped in quietly.
Myron must not have fallen asleep yet. He must know that I was here because we were related by blood - we could detect each other's scent.
The lights weren't on in Myron's room and I left it that way. I knew he was awake and listening for me. That was enough. I gently sat by his bed and held his little hand. I could feel him trembling.
"I'm sorry, Myron. I shouldn't have gotten angry at you today. I was too anxious and couldn't control my emotions. Can you forgive me?" I looked at my son's face. His eyes were closed. The faint light from the street outside the window illuminated his long fluttering eyelashes. I continued to say, "If you're willing to forgive your mother, can you move your index finger?"
