Chapter 146
Dafa's voice echoed in my ears long after I hung up the phone. "It's… complicated," he'd said about the situation over there. That was his way of telling me it was bad, really bad. My heart ached for him, knowing he was in danger, knowing he was carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders.
I tried to focus on the chiffon dress, on the delicate lace and shimmering pearls, but my mind kept drifting back to Dafa. I imagined him in the midst of the chaos, his face grim, his eyes focused, his body tense. I wished I could be there with him, to offer him comfort and support. But all I could do was offer my words, my voice, my unwavering belief in him.
And now I must get ready to go to the hospital.
