The conversation ended here.
Philip Shaw raised his head, his gaze focused on the TV screen.
By the time he finished watching the news, Aldana Candi had already fallen asleep in his arms.
Even in sleep, her brow was slightly furrowed, as if she was enduring a pain that ordinary people couldn't bear.
Philip Shaw gazed down at her face for a moment, then gently reached out and smoothed out her furrowed brow.
He stood up from the sofa, cradled her in his arms, and carried her upstairs.
Laying her on the bed, Philip Shaw looked at the small face before him, untouched by the passage of time, feeling an inexplicable peace in his heart.
Five years seemed to have passed without separation, with body and mind quieting down. He closed his eyes and slept soundly, holding her.
*
Early in the morning, Aldana Candi was gently shaken awake by Philip Shaw.
