Sapphire’s point of view
After the day's class, it was time to go home. My heart was filled with joy as I now knew Ruth was fine and Alex was not a problem anymore. I picked up my materials and shoved them into my bag. Hanging my bag to one hand. As I came out of the class, I saw Ruth standing there with a smile on her face. I couldn't control the smile on my face, too, as it responded to us.
I walked up to her, she held my hand as we walked down the stairs, and no doubt, her hand felt warm and comfortable in mine
I had so many questions to ask her: how was the healing process? What was she doing at home all the while?Why does no one visit them without notice or invitation? What was the incident that drove her mother into hiding? But all that could come from my mouth was “how are you f
