Just moments ago, Mercy had grabbed some ointment and band-aids from the nurse's station and hurried to find Maggie. Luckily, Maggie hadn't left yet; she was sitting on a bench outside the nursing home, basking in the sun.
Mercy stood on the steps a short distance away, watching Maggie. Despite the warm and lively sunshine, there was an inexplicable loneliness about the girl.
"Maggie." Mercy walked over and sat down beside her, skipping the small talk. She simply held out her hand. "Give me your hand."
Mercy's hand remained outstretched in front of Maggie, clearly indicating that she wouldn't lower it until Maggie complied.
Maggie instinctively pulled her hand back under her sleeve, but eventually, she gave in to Mercy's persistence and obediently handed it over.
Mercy placed her bag
