That dream, perhaps, was Alice Lesser's final farewell to her.
Daisy Ginger sat on the bench, her hands and feet gradually becoming cold.
Flashes of her childhood and Alice's moments together ran through her mind. Back then, Alice was spoiled and confident, to the extent that her personality as an adult, somewhat leaned towards Alice's.
Maybe it was long overdue to let her go. Letting her live so humbly, Alice probably was in much pain too.
She closed her eyes, leaned her head against the wall, and gently exhaled a breath of cold air.
*
At two thirty in the morning, the operating room door was opened.
A masked doctor opened the door and came out. Daisy Ginger stood up from the bench instinctively; she didn't know what was on her mind; she just couldn't help looking at him.
The male doctor took off his mask and said to Daisy Ginger, "Miss Ginger, my condolences, we did our best."
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