"Alright, I'm leaving." Glenn nodded in response, but didn't actually move.
Flossie Wright couldn't even be bothered to roll her eyes at him.
She was utterly exhausted.
Three days and nights of staking out had never made her this tired.
It was three in the morning, and when Flossie went to rest in the ward, she glanced at that wrinkly little thing before going to sleep.
The little one was indeed a girl, weighing about four to five pounds at birth, and wasn't exactly pretty.
Before sleeping, Flossie thought about how she herself had entered the world like this, and all her frustration vanished without a trace, allowing her to sleep peacefully.
After all—
This was a debt to be paid!
Glenn stayed by her side, not letting go of her hand.
Only heaven knew how distressed he was for Flossie.
...
After a good night's rest, Flossie was woken by the sound of crying.
As soon as she opened her eyes, she saw someone standing at the ward's door.
