#Chapter97
Present
Dana’s Place
Third Person
Salty drops stream down her cheeks as she finally lets out the revelation, which has plagued her since she reacquired her reminiscences. No sobs escaped her chest as she laments in reticence. She was more robust now and will not let oneself walk over her. The second-in-command lowers his head in regret, trying to hide the building mist under his lids. He clears his throat before reaching for her soft hands on the table. Giving it an assuring squeeze, he looked away. Sentiments started to corrupt him. The veil slid to expose vulnerability and care for this woman. The morals rattle recalling the state she described when they were busy looking for someone who stole a pathetic disk. It was heart-breaking to discover how the woman of the house was mistreated, in the house itself by an outsider, and nobody knew.
