The hospital room was very quiet.
So quiet it felt a bit eerie.
Isabelle Martin lay flat on the bed, her breathing slowed. She couldn't believe she had actually forcibly kissed Jeffrey Foster and said such shocking words.
Although those were her true feelings, how did they just slip out like that?
Covering her face with one hand, Isabelle was both annoyed and couldn't help but savor the moment, like a cat that had sneaked a taste of fish.
Beside her, Jeffrey Foster wasn't any better off; his mind was even more chaotic.
One moment it was the unbearable past, another it was when Abigail was alive, and then the scene when he recognized Abigail Green. All of it finally turned into the bits and pieces of moments spent with a young girl after he lost his sight.
