"Since this involved you,you should make her some soup and bring it to the hospital.Show some remorse.You see?She’s kind enough not to blame you."
At one in the morning,I stepped into her hospital room.
I had expected Lennon to be asleep—he was a creature of habit,always in bed by midnight.But the room was glowing with bright light.
Lennon stood behind Winona,gently massaging her temples,his hands slow and careful.
"She can’t sleep and I’m just helping her relax."
I did not say a word.
I remembered how I once told him I had terrible insomnia.Yet,when I told Lennon about it,he only turned over with a grunt and buried himself deeper under the blanket.
"Isn’t closing your eyes the same as resting?Don’t bother me.I have work in the morning."
The memory hit me like a punch to the gut.Bitterness rose in my throat.
I placed the soup quietly on the table and turned to leave,until suddenly…
"Edith."
His voice stopped me.
"It’s late.It’s not safe to go back now.Just stay the night."
That long-lost tone of concern made me hesitate.When I looked back and saw the worry etched on his face,something inside me wavered.