There he stood in front of her, alive and well, radiant and splendid!
He was still alive?!
Indeed, he was alive and well!
Then why had he not come to find her?!
At that moment for her, there was no joy in the reunion.
The years of bitter waiting and torment were like a seed deeply buried in her heart, which upon seeing him burst forth and grew into a towering tree of resentment.
That year, the drugs had made him lose his senses and possess her. She did not hate him for it, blaming only her own naivety for bringing the wolf into her home.
But why had he left those two words, "wait for me"?
Did he know? Those two words were like a treasure to her!
For those two words, she indeed foolishly waited on, waiting for a stranger whose name she did not even know.
Waiting for a future without a future...
As Amanda Jenkins reminisced about the past, tears streamed down her face.
Forcefully wiping away the tears, she crawled into bed and tightly held her son in her arms.
