Spencer Sullivan sat up until midnight, feeling exhausted, he wiped his face and got up.
At the bedroom door, he gently unlocked and opened the door. A small night light was on inside.
"Don't lock me up, don't hit me..."
He suddenly thought of that night when Yvonne Young lost control of her emotions. Was her fear of darkness now related to being locked up in a darkened chamber while she was in prison?
Thinking this, his heart tightened, and he quickly went to the bedside.
There were two figures on the bed, facing each other on their sides.
This scene was like the countless times he had dreamed about it in his sleep.
He bent down, leaned in, and lifted the quilt, laying it on Yvonne Young's stomach.
Then he stood up straight, looked down for a few seconds, and turned to leave.
Hearing the man's footsteps moving away, Yvonne Young opened her eyes and turned her head.
