The sun was high up, and the room remained very quiet.
Sunlight seeped in through the pale blue curtains, bathing the room in a kale-colored light infused with the hue of the curtains, ethereal, and somewhat somberly dim.
Trenton Smith rested his eyes closed against the headboard, his expression serene; one hand rested on Sam, lying against the headboard as if asleep.
She didn't want to stay.
He didn't dare say a word.
*
Norris Moore took a taxi back to the orphanage.
Since it was still early, the caregivers at the orphanage had not yet awakened. Norris Moore tiptoed upstairs and pushed open the door to her room.
She climbed onto her bed, curled up into her covers. She felt a bit sad, although she knew she shouldn't.
The sun dawdled higher yet, but the room remained cool. Norris Moore closed her eyes, clutching the blanket, and fell into an uneasy sleep amidst these vague emotions.
She was awakened by Selina banging on the door.
