Ivor's smile gradually faded, his deep eyes seeming to be able to see right through people.
He slowly stood up, the squeak of the wheelchair as it moved back sounding particularly jarring in the empty room.
Cassia hadn't expected that Ivor would actually be able to stand.
It was just that it was particularly difficult for him to stand; clearly, he hadn't fully recovered yet.
She widened her eyes, looking at the man in front of her, suddenly at a loss for words.
"Ivor, your legs..."
"Cassia, did you see? These legs of mine, just how did they end up like this?" Ivor walked very slowly, but he kept moving closer to Cassia.
Until there were only a few inches between them, close enough to hear each other's quickening breath.
"Tell me, can everything really be resolved just with money?"
