I kept my eyes on Cairo, forcing myself to hold back the sobs threatening to escape again, afraid the sound might wake him.
The only thing that could be heard in the room was Bern's and my uneven breathing as we simply stood there, watching Cairo sleep so peacefully.
"How are you, Sylvia?" Bern's gentle voice broke the silence, pulling my gaze toward him.
"It's been six years, I believe, since the last time we saw each other."
"Yeah…" I whispered back, lowering my eyes once more.
The pounding of my heart felt unbearably heavy. I hadn't expected to feel this nervous standing in front of Bern.
I wanted to ask about Cairo. How he was, what he liked, how his condition was—but the words died in my throat. I was afraid… afraid that I had lost every right to know those things.
