Wayne's eyes widened, and he nearly jumped up. "What do you take me for? I was so in tune with that kid that I brought you here to see her!"
Cynthia covered her mouth and smiled.
However, she took a closer look and realized that the little girl actually looked a little familiar. Cynthia suddenly remembered a little girl had run over crying and bumped into her that day at the hospital, and the doctors and nurses had chased after her to give her a tranquilizer.
She was surprised.
So she hurriedly asked the nun, "Does that girl go to the hospital regularly for treatment?"
The nun looked at her, a little surprised. "How do you know that? Anna has severe autism and has to be treated at the hospital on a regular basis."
So her name was Anna.
Cynthia couldn't help but look at her a few mor
