Chapter 646 Dead Inside
Chapter 646 Dead Inside
Dawn lowered her gaze and nodded. “Thank you for your hard work.”
“It’s my job,” Miranda replied.
After a few more reminders, Ethan had Oliver see her downstairs.
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Dawn took a moment to steady her breathing. She even rubbed her face with both hands, forcing her expression to soften.
“Do I look okay right now?” she asked, lips pursed as she looked at Ethan.
Ethanughed quietly, equal parts fond and pained, and flicked her nose. “You’re fine. You’re Anna’s best friend. Of course, she’ll trust you.”
Dawn drew in a deep breath and pushed the door open.
Anna was half propped up in bed, her face still pale. She held a cup of water–probably something Miranda had just given her.
“Anna,” Dawn called gently, walking over with a smile.
“Are you hungry? I had fresh porridge brought in. It smells amazing–seafood, your favorite. Want a little?”
Anna nced at her, her eyes distant, as if she didn’t quite recognize her.
Dawn’s chest tightened, but she kept smiling.
“Or is there something else <i>you </i>want? I can have it sent over.”
“Dawn.”
Dawn froze.
Anna probably didn’t realize how powerful her voice was–how they shattered the dam Dawn had been holding back for two days straight.
I’m not hungry. There’s nothing I want to eat. Don’t worry about me,” Anna said evenly, her voice mechanical, stripped of emotion.
Still, the fact that she was speaking at all felt like a miracle.
Dawn sniffed and nodded. “Okay… then, we’ll catter.”
Silence settled over the room.
Anna drank her water in small, careful sips, as if following an instruction she’d memorized, until she finished the cup. Maybe the therapist told her to hydrate. Maybe her body simply remembered it needed water
Either way, she drained the cuppletely.
She sat there holding the empty ss, eyes vacant.
Dawn’s heart clenched. She quickly took the cup from Anna’s hands and set it aside, then spoke cautiously. “Anna can we talk for
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a bit?”
“About what?”
“Anything. Whatever you want.”
Anna’s longshes fluttered twice, like a switch had been tripped, brushing against a memory she didn’t want to keep.
After a few seconds, she said softly, “Dawn, I don’t know what there is to say. I’m … kind of a failure.”
The calm despair in her tone was unsettling.
“How could you be?”
Dawn held her hand over the nket and smiled before speaking gently. “You’re not a failure at all. You have work you love, parents who adore you, and you’ve helped your friends more times than you can count. Everyone likes you.”
Anna didn’t move. She lifted her eyelids slightly.
“Really?”
“Of course.”
Dawn met her gaze without blinking. “To me, you’re the best, Anna.”
Anna pressed her pale lips together, as if trying to smile. In the end, only a faint twitch crossed her cheek.
Guilt surged again.
Dawn suddenly remembered–long ago, Anna had called her once.
She’d cried uncontrobly, doubting herself over and over.
If I’d paid <i>attention </i>back <i>then</i><i>… </i><i>would </i><i>this </i><i>have </i><i>never </i><i>happened</i><i>? </i>
“Dawn.”
Her hand was suddenly squeezed.
Dawn looked up, meeting Anna’s eyes–still as dead water.
“Don’t cry,” Anna said.
<b>“</b>I won’t. Why would I?”
Dawn <i>looked </i>into her eyes, smiling through it. “We still have so many ces to go together You’re Dulce’s godmother now, you <i>know</i><i>. </i>One day, I’ll be your child’s godmother, too. We’ll watch them grow up together. Okay?”
Anna nodded<b>. </b>
“Okay.”
That night seemed to have sealed away another side of Anna. She grew quiet and distant–aware of everyone, yet letting no one inside.
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The therapist came every day, talking for an hour or two, adjusting medication.
It helped some. Anna looked better.
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After a week in the hospital, Miranda suggested that she go home if there were no other physical concerns. A familiar environment might help her recover.
“So… at this rate, how long until Anna gets better?” Dawn asked.
“It’s hard to say,” Miranda replied, then added, “I mentioned emotional topics today. She didn’t resist. If she’s willing to talk next time, we might make real progress.”
Dawn didn’t let her guard down. She made time every day to be with Anna, sometimes bringing Dulce to sit with her.
Even without seeing her, Leon still came daily. Sometimes for hours. Sometimes all day.
Packages followed–one after another–sent to Oceanic Vi.
Supplements. Jewelry. Flowers.
At first, Anna joked about who the sender might be. Then, she seemed to realize the truth. She stopped asking. And the smile disappeared from her face.
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