Charlotte Thompson thought more and more, and felt a throbbing pain at her temples.
Today in the hospital, Charlotte had not failed to notice Annie Anne's somewhat peculiar expression.
She felt as if Annie had changed a lot.
This made Charlotte feel uneasy.
As she looked through the window at the sky stained with the crimson of the setting sun, she always felt as if a layer of fog shrouded in front of her that she could neither scatter nor blow away.
And yet, Charlotte didn't realize how ugly her own expression had become.
Until Justin Battleson took her by the shoulders, pulling Charlotte out of her daze.
"Charlotte."
Justin looked at Charlotte with concern.
"I'm fine, just feeling some regret..." Charlotte murmured in a low voice.
"Has Annie become what she is now because of me?"
Because she knew the pain Annie was suffering.
