For the first time, Carroll fell asleep earlier than me.
His breathing became steady.
Lying beside him, I became sleepless.
Whenever I closed my eyes, the image of Orva lying on the bed appeared in my mind.
She, who had been beautiful and charming, was pale and helpless now.
As fragile as a withered white rose.
Without Abdi that day, wouldn't it be me lying in the hospital now?
There was a quilt over my body, but the chill on my spine was still piercing.
I was lucky. Thanks to the title of Mrs. Brown, I could slap Joson without hesitation.
I leaned over and looked at the sleeping Carroll in the dim light.
My fingers drew his exquisite profile by brushing past his browbone and nose.
It was this man who gave me the confidence to hold my head high.
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