Dr. Brown's voice came through the phone, "Ms. Riley has been taking care of Mr. Sullivan for the past few days, and his consciousness has grown stronger. I still recommend that she continue to care for him."
Spencer Sullivan frowned, "Isn't Molly Riley at the hospital?"
He guessed that something must have happened, and he hurriedly walked toward the parking direction.
After getting in the car, he looked back in the direction they had just come from. The darkness was pitch black, and the sound of the rain was getting louder and louder.
It must have been an illusion created by longing.
As the car left the cemetery, Spencer Sullivan felt tired. He closed his eyes, and the image of the woman he had seen earlier flashed in his mind.
His hand reached into his pants pocket, pulling out the plastic bag containing the strands of hair.
