George pauses before he can look into Celine’s room, lingering. Uncertain if he should look or just leave her be. Her hoarse voice calls him,
“Just come in, George. I know you want to and I’m awake.” George moves to stand in the doorway. She was laying down, but looking at him. “I could hear your footsteps, they’re different to Nate’s, I don’t think Sammy would come and check on me, and Fi only just left.” She pointed to the chair in the room. “Come sit with me, we don’t have to talk.” George nods, picks up the chair and brings it to the side of the bed.
He sits and looks her over, she now has a white vest top on and he can see the scars on her arms, long thin lines, going in almost every direction. Some were long and some were shorter, they made no discernible pattern, but he catches h
