He suddenly seemed nervous.
« Emma. »
« What? »
« THANKS. »
« Don’t let me regret this. »
He opened the door.
The room was lightly scented with flowers and medicine.
An elderly woman was lying near the window, propped up on some pillows.
When she saw us, her face completely changed.
“Daniel.”
I had never heard anyone call Mr. Harrison by his first name.
He immediately crossed the room.
« Mom. »
Then she looked at me.
Her eyes filled with tears.
“So you’re Emma.”
I forced a smile.
« Yes. »
She held out her hand.
I came to get him.
Her fingers were thin and cold.
“You are more beautiful than he said.”
I watched Mr. Harrison.
He looked embarrassed.
Her mother laughed softly.
Then his face became serious.
“Take care of him.”
My throat was tight.
