In the hospital corridor, Shirley Lockwood watched her dad sitting and staring into space. She furrowed her delicate brows and scooted closer to him. "Dad..."
"..."
When he didn't respond, Shirley Lockwood had no choice but to reach out and gently shake Archie Lockwood's arm. "Dad, what's wrong?" 'This is the first time I've ever seen him so spaced out.'
"Hm?" Archie Lockwood snapped out of it, raising an eyebrow in confusion as he looked at Shirley Lockwood.
Shirley Lockwood pouted. "Dad, what is wrong with you? You've been totally out of it. I was talking to you, and you just ignored me."
"I'm fine."
"Dad, do you know the pretty lady?" Shirley Lockwood kept her eyes glued to her father's face as she asked.
