The doctor and Marcus Moore walked out of the hospital ward one after the other, closing the door behind them.
Elena Finnegan leaned against the headboard, took out her phone, and dialed a number.
The phone rang for a long time...
...
Her heartbeat sped up, as if she were very worried.
It was just about to hang up automatically when it was finally answered.
"Little Mosquito, what are you doing?" Elena's heart leaped to her throat as she asked, very anxiously.
"Napping," came a small, lazy voice.
Soft and slightly husky.
As if still not fully awake.
Elena took a deep breath of relief, fearing she had gone out to play in the snow.
When she left home in the morning, she had emphatically instructed not to run around in the snowfield, so it seemed her earnest efforts had not been wasted.
"..."
Elena heard faint snoring sounds from the other end and hurriedly said, "Little Mosquito, don't you care at all where Mommy is right now?"
