Inside the hospital ward
Julia Yates cried for a long while before she finally calmed her emotions. Clutching Zoe Bell's hand tightly, her fingers trembled as she tried to touch Zoe's face, careful not to disturb her.
As if she was afraid it was all a dream.
And that it would shatter upon contact.
Her voice quivering, she said, "My daughter has grown up so beautiful."
"Even more beautiful than I imagined."
"Just a little too thin."
Zoe Bell could only smile. At the Bell family, no matter how well she did, she never received a word of praise from her foster parents, leading to a detached sense of kinship. Now faced with her biological parents, she felt somewhat at a loss.
Unsure of what to say or do.
She appeared restrained and cautious.
Seeing Zoe's hesitancy, Julia changed the subject, "What happened to your leg?"
"An old injury from dancing."
"You learned to dance?"
Zoe nodded, "I've danced ballet for a while and also taught it to students."
