The surrounding crowd was in chaos, and everyone's attention was on Benjamin Griffin.
She quietly, quietly raised her hand and embraced Ann Chapman's waist.
Ann Chapman's body stiffened, then relaxed, tightening his arms slightly, his chin resting on the top of the young girl's head, the fluffy sensation directly softening his heart.
The two of them didn't speak again, embracing each other with great tacit understanding.
Not far behind them, Lynette Moreland stood in the crowd, watching the young couple hugging each other, the image magnified, magnified, magnified in her eyes until it filled her entire world.
Amelia Clarke's vision was pitch black as Owen Moreland covered her eyes, not letting a sliver of light in.
With her sight restricted, her hearing became more acute.
"I'm sorry to disrupt Benjamin's wedding. I don't want to hurt anyone, I just hope you'll give my daughter a chance to live," Benjamin Griffin's words rang clearly in Amelia Clarke's ears.
