A moment later, he came into view.
Annabelle quickly ducked behind the curtains. A moment later, sure enough, he looked back.
The glow of the neon streetlights washed over him, highlighting his tall, imposing figure. He exuded a powerful aura, carrying himself with a heavy grace.
From her vantage point, she could clearly see the flickers of reluctance and worry on his chiseled face.
The truth was, she had already woken up when he was giving her a bath earlier. She'd only pretended to be asleep because she was afraid he wouldn't leave.
To her surprise, he had even given her medicine before he left.
Annabelle crouched behind the heavy curtains, gazing at him in a daze.
Leona Grant stood downstairs for a long, long time before finally sighing and leaving.
Watching his retreating figure, Annabelle sank to the floor. She hugged her knees and buried her face in them as tears began to fall once more against her will.
'What on earth am I supposed to do?'
