For the second time, the four of us gathered at the Garden Cottage, and the atmosphere was tense.
To prove he was indeed there to visit Zara, Allyn kept asking about her condition from the moment he sat down—what medicine she was on, how long she’d been on IV drips.
While questioning her, he occasionally stole glances at Luzie to gauge her expression.
Luzie excused herself to make tea and went into the kitchen. From where I sat, only her profile was visible, and her expression remained unreadable.
Zara patiently answered Allyn's questions, looking even more pained than when she was hospitalized.
Feeling bored, I browsed through my phone and stumbled upon photos from the day Luzie and I went to the orphanage.
We laughed, ran, screamed, and played as if all our worries had vanished.
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