(Author's POV)
"You feeling okay now?" William asked Myra. She nodded, but her hand was still holding onto his in a tight grasp.
The Garcias, after getting a polite yet harsh no from both the father and daughter, returned back to their hotel, dejectedly so. The clear hurt in Amy's eyes left Myra unsettled, but she shoved that guilty feeling aside quickly.
'Don't think about it? Those people~ …. they are the ones who left you in an orphanage. They abandoned you. You don't need to feel pity or beat yourself up for their doing. You already have too much on your plate. Just focus on your health. Don't sulk because of outsiders,' she somehow convinced herself to forget about it, at least for the time being.
William could tell something was up, but he didn't want to stress Myra by asking. He sat beside her and changed the topic, "Should I read you a story? The way your mom used to do it?"
