Anna Jadwin's heart raced as she quickly hid in the bathroom, silently opening the window.
A gust of snow and wind rushed at her face.
Anna Jadwin crouched and crawled out the window. This was the second floor; the thick layer of snow should provide some cushion. She was dressed warmly—
She closed her eyes and jumped without any hesitation.
Her knee hit an exposed stepping board as she landed.
Anna Jadwin hugged her leg in pain, tears almost streaming down her face.
How could she face him in this situation? She felt like a thief, secretly escaping from his world.
...
The night grew late.
After the little one's fever subsided, he awoke refreshed, looking left and right with his originally drowsy and adorable expression. After being confused for a moment, he suddenly burst out.
Wilfred walked in holding a glass of milk and was immediately glared at.
