Moreover, what he had done had caused Aldana years of misunderstanding.
He didn't know how to make Aldana understand his feelings now.
Eric went downstairs to fetch the wheelchair, then returned to his own bedroom.
Aldana, wearing a bathrobe, sat on the sofa with her back to him, hugging her legs. Hearing him open the door, she turned her head to glance at him.
Because she was too thin, the bathrobe almost seemed too heavy for her, and her soft long hair draped over her shoulders, making her look somewhat frail and pitiable.
Eric's footsteps unconsciously lightened. He pushed the wheelchair over, and then he lifted her carefully from the sofa and placed her onto it.
He pushed her out of the room.
Neither of them spoke, both silent.
Aldana looked down, her face serene and quiet.
As if deeply reluctant to discuss what had just happened.
