Iris Yael stood at the door for a long while, struggling.
The desire to see Amelia Cobb, to explain things to her, was particularly intense.
But even in her urgency, she was afraid.
If Amelia were to question her, how would she respond?
Would she still use the old excuses she had used in her childhood to fob her off?
Iris leaned against the wall, closed her eyes slightly, and tears slipped down from the corners of her eyes.
She was a mess of emotions: conflicts, struggles, heartaches, unbearable pain - all played out on her face.
At three forty-five, Christopher Robinson held Amelia's hand until it was numb. He moved slightly, which slightly awakened the person who had not fallen into a deep sleep.
While Amelia lazily opened her eyes, a familiar face appeared on the glass window of the room. As Amelia froze in surprise, Christopher did not turn back, but he saw the person standing at the door through the glass window.
A midnight, another heart-stopping moment.
