Simon still hadn't moved on.
He found a humble place to stay in a quaint town near the sanatorium, renting a simple apartment. Each day, he left at dawn and returned after dusk, ever vigilant at the sanatorium entrance.
He didn't make a scene or stir up trouble. He simply kept his distance, quietly observing Nina's comings and goings.
Occasionally, Nina would wander through the garden, while Simon lingered beyond the iron fence, watching her from afar, her figure a serene presence in his solitary vigil.
Other times, Nina would be at her art studio window, engrossed in painting. Simon would stand quietly beneath a nearby tree, remaining there until the fading light swallowed the day, leaving nothing to see.
The security staff had grown used to him, their watchful eyes turning to wary a
