Marielle’s breathing was clearly unsteady.
She stood there, as if something had sliced into her viciously.
She had probably still been clinging to a fantasy—
That I would yearn for a single glance from her like before,
That even if I shed just one tear, she could tell herself she still held my lifeline.
But there was nothing.
I didn’t cry.
I didn’t question her.
I didn’t even look at her again.
And that, instead, made the pain in her heart grow heavier.
So the words she spoke became even more cutting.
“You don’t seem seriously hurt. Get discharged as soon as possible.”
“Your father and I will arrange for you to meet Mr. Callahan.”
As soon as the words fell, she almost immediately turned around, as if fleeing from something, and hurried out of the hospital room.
Julian stayed
