Joy Parker finished her dinner and then stood up to walk into the inner room. Her frail body, clad in a loose nightgown, appeared nothing more than a skeleton, and with her inconvenient legs, limping along, she nearly lost her balance several times and almost fell.
Jordan Guthrie watched her for a moment from where he stood, and finally, unable to endure it any longer, stepped forward and swept her up into his arms, carrying her into the room.
Joy was naturally slim and hardly had any flesh on her bones, and now she was even more pitifully thin, with only the weight of her bones left when held. Her frame was petite, and her bones light; Jordan felt as if he were holding a small piece of cloud, so light it didn't seem real.
"Thank you."
Joy sat on the bed and nodded at him. Her face was as pale as snow under the light, while the other disfigured half of her face appeared even more ghastly in the dim lighting.
Jordan stared at her in a daze, without speaking.
