Clara clearly doesn’t believe me.
But seeing that I don’t want to say more, she ultimately doesn’t press the issue. She only lets out a light sigh.
That sigh hurts more than any reproach.
Soon, the next day arrives.
Morning light filters in through the gap in the curtains, falling across the hospital bed.
Perhaps because I rested through the night, my head doesn’t hurt as much, and my mind feels clearer.
After changing clothes, I slowly walk out of the room, wanting to get some air in the corridor.
Just as I turn the corner, a familiar, soft, delicate voice reaches my ears.
I look up.
At the other end of the hallway, Evangeline is walking arm in arm with Lucas. The two are side by side, talking and laughing quietly.
She’s wearing a white dress today, her makeup light—carefully de
