Her breathing was a little unsteady, tears were about to fall, and she turned her head to look out the window.
Sometimes, there was resentment in her heart.
If Alice Lesser were here, meeting Edward Stephens, she might not be so clueless as she is now.
The people who could tell her what to do were no longer around.
Alone, she explored, persisted, and became scarred. Perhaps there was a better solution between her and Edward Stephens, but by herself, she really couldn't find the direction.
All she knew was to stake everything and wait, to hold on to him with all her strength, but she didn't know how to let go.
And these were things that her mother should have gently guided her through.
"You surely don't love me anymore," Daisy Ginger said in a muffled voice, "No mother would leave her daughter alone for eight years without caring. Never."
*
"Miss Ginger."
The chubby caregiver approached cautiously with a full face of smiles and called out to her.
