She slowly moved towards the room.
Exhausted in body and soul.
After taking a shower, she sat on the couch, blow-drying her hair. It was already three in the morning, but she was not a bit sleepy.
With a cell phone in her hand, she wondered if Evelyn Miller had gone to sleep. It was late, she must have, right...
Norris Moore put down the hairdryer, curled up on the couch, and with tired eyes, closed them.
What should she do?
How should she save Alex Miller?
She knew he had done something wrong, but she cannot stand idly by and watch him go to jail.
Then there was Trenton Smith.
Would he awaken? And if he did awaken, would he be willing to forgive Alex...
Norris Moore's head ached terribly. She furrowed her eyebrows, buried her face in the blanket, and sighed with exhaustion.
All the things that had happened today were just about to crush her.
She was powerless, struggling to move forward, yet she couldn't fall. But she didn't know what to do next.
