"The more I want, the less I actually get. I'm afraid that one day I'll drive myself crazy. So, maybe it's better this way. I don't ask for anything, and instead, I live freely."
"Sister Grace..."
"It's good like this now. Besides... I have new pursuits and hopes." As she said this, she looked down at her belly.
Yes, new hope.
A man might never fully belong to her, but a child can. The child she gives birth to would belong to her alone.
In the winter, the Capital City gets dark quickly. Before five o'clock, it's already dusky.
When Owen Moreland came to pick up Amelia Clarke, Benjamin Moreland was still sitting in his previous spot and hadn't left.
"Second Uncle, we're leaving first." Amelia Clarke greeted him before leaving.
Benjamin Moreland was playing with a pack of cigarettes in his hand, while the tea bar had no-smoking signs posted.
He nodded towards Amelia Clarke and Owen Moreland, casually reminding, "Drive safely."
