Evelyn Sherman slept soundly.
Her body alternated between feeling cold and hot, and the discomfort led her to reaching out for something.
It is easy to forget habits. Four years ago, every time she fell ill, someone would hold her and whisper that they would always be by her side.
That warm embrace was like a harbor, sheltering her from wind and rain.
With him beside her, no matter how seriously ill she was, she would never be afraid.
But for these four years, she had been alone, still yearning for the days when he was with her.
Even if she could usually hide her emotions carefully, once she fell ill, her whole being would become particularly vulnerable.
Even when asleep, she would constantly call his name in her dreams...
Again and again, as if only by calling like this would he appear.
But every time she woke from her dreams, her side remained cold with only the mattress...
