"Is everything in there?" Shawn asked.
A few days had passed, and Wynter would be discharged tomorrow.
Shawn asked her about her things, and she told him that she had placed them in a rented locker.
He asked if she had other things in the house she was renting, and she replied that she did not need anything else in that place.
Surely those people would also be looking for her there.
So when he asked where the locker was, she no longer rejected, knowing that he would not accept a no for an answer.
And now, he had just returned and was watching her check everything.
She slowly lifted and placed things back into the bag.
Shawn smiled a bit when he noticed the box of mango-flavored chocolate that Kenneth had given her before.
"Why have you not eaten that? Could it be that you are treasuring it so much you could not bring yourself to eat it?" he asked.
Wynter stopped in her movements before picking up the box again.
"I am not treasuring it. I am… allergic to mangoes. But it was also given as a gift, something genuine that I can't throw away," she answered with a sigh before putting it back again.
"Oh," Shawn reacted.
This was the second thing that he found out about her, which was something genuinely about her.
"I see," he said, patting her head.
She frowned as she looked up at him. He smiled while raising his hands away from her, also taking a step back.
"By the way, Aunt Tiffany will come to pick you up tomorrow with Brother Dylan. With them around, we no longer need to worry about those people suddenly abducting you back," he informed her.
"Dylan Ashcroft?" she frowned.
"He had been curious about you since the play in high school. To find out that it was you all along, he wanted to meet you," Shawn shrugged.
Wynter no longer commented, not that she had a problem with it. She did not expect that he still remembered the play from high school.
"He said that the play itself had a different charm. While the one who played the female lead was someone who had talent."
Wynter pursed her lips.
"But I suppose what you want to do is to write," he added, noticing her reaction.
"It is my… dream."
For the first time, she had voiced out what her dream is.
Shawn smiled, "I see, it is your dream."
He found out a third thing about her. This time, a positive one.
He found out about her dream.
Wynter couldn't help but sigh.
That's right, it is time for the second act.
She had fulfilled the first act. Once she finishes both, she will finally be able to free herself from her sin in the past.
She looked outside the window.'Little one, this is all I can do for both of us. I hope it is enough,' she thought, watching the birds fly outside her window.
Shawn watched her for a good while.
A question had been in his mind since they got her from the Morgrave family.
But it was a question he knew he must not ask.
Not yet.
Or better yet, he may never be able to ask.
'They said you killed someone?'
Such a question, how can one ask? No matter how curious you are, you can't just ask it.
And for someone like her, who was abused since she was a child. How can one just bring up the trauma that started it all?
"Is there something you want to say?" Wynter looked back at him.
She could feel his stare despite her own thoughts.
Shawn blinked before shaking his head and grinning, "Nothing."
That night, as she felt her body float, she also heard something.
'Daughter? I'd never call a murderer my daughter.'
Despite knowing their hatred, those words still felt like knives cutting through her heart.
She also noticed the way Shawn would suddenly quietly just look at her. She knew he must be very curious, but he still chose to always not ask.
'Maybe someday,' she thought.
"Why are you still here? Don't you have classes?"
"I've been going to my classes."
"And coming back here?" she raised an eyebrow.
"Well… it was just two hours of travel by train," Shawn replied, but his voice was a bit quieter.
"You…"
Wynter sighed again.
"I am fine. This place is your family's hospital. And I am not so weak as to not realize something is wrong when someone tries to do something shady. Don't do too much," she couldn't help but reprimand him.
This person is seriously too much.
How can he do this much?
"You've done more than enough. And I am not trying to push you away, but instead, you don't have to worry anymore," she added.
Shawn scratched the back of his head, "Well, you are being discharged tomorrow anyway. So it is fine now."
Wynter shook her head slightly. That's already his choice.
Instead, she pulled out a phone from the bag.
It was different from all her phones that the Morgrave Family was aware of.
This one is new.
Then she pulled out a wristwatch.
Shawn tilted his head to the side.
The watch looked like it was a watch for a young girl, aged around four to five, because of its cute Barbie design.
Wynter flipped it and opened the back cover.
Shawn was even more bewildered to see a SIM card in it.