Mother Mo's low, hoarse voice sounded beside her. Shirley Grant turned her head to look at her, tears welling in her eyes, barely believing what she was hearing.
"Go on."
Seeing Shirley Grant like this, whatever resentment Mother Mo might have harbored instantly vanished. Indeed, only a woman could truly understand the hardship of raising a child alone.
"Okay."
Shirley Grant nodded, then turned to change her clothes.
As she entered the ward, her steps suddenly grew heavy, her face a picture of sorrow.
Tears were on the verge of gushing from her eyes.
"Alan Morgan."
She sat down, her voice choked. She wanted to reach out and grasp his hand, yet was afraid of hurting him.
"Can you hear me?"
Shirley Grant wasn't sure if Alan Morgan could hear her. She could only sit there, covering her face in anguish.
"Why did you go looking for me?"
Why?
If he hadn't gone looking for her, none of this would have happened.
