Norris Moore was silent for a long time.
Finally, she spoke softly, "Alright, I'll tell you..."
These past events should have been told to her by the person closest to her.
But that person is no longer here.
The truth Ellen Candi wanted to seek, perhaps could only be told by her.
Yet Norris Moore also didn't know whether telling Aldana Candi's endured sufferings to her only remaining relative in the world was right or wrong.
She sighed softly.
*
An hour later, Trenton Smith opened the door to the hospital room.
In the dim light and shadows, Norris Moore sat alone on the bed, hugging her legs.
She was in a daze, her face showing a fragmented look of confusion. Hearing him open the door and come in, she looked up in surprise as if waking from a dream.
Half an hour ago, Ellen Candi had quietly left.
She had listened to Aldana Candi's story, calmer than Norris Moore had imagined.
A person's life, when told to others, is just like this, a mere half-hour.
