A piece of paper fluttered out from the file...
Puzzled, Ashley Grant picked it up. She smoothed the paper out in her hand, and when she saw the words on it, her heart clenched painfully.
The paper was covered in densely packed writing—it was the name "Annabelle Linton," written over and over again in various sizes...
On the back of the paper was a sketch.
It depicted a woman looking down with a serene, gentle smile.
The woman in the drawing was none other than Annabelle Linton...
Underneath, a short passage was written.
[I thought the deepest love was this: after you left, I started living as you did.
No matter how the storm rages outside, it cannot wet you inside the room. I am the storm, but you are still you.
I never meant to bother you, but Annabelle Linton, I'm sick. Could you come and see me...?
Fine, I admit it. I came to the hospital just hoping to see you. Can you come? Just once. Just for a moment. That would be enough.
Because I miss you so much.]
