Because it was so quiet all around, her cries spread through the air, like a spark of fire carried swiftly by the spring breeze.
Jasmine Yale's eyes were red as she wiped away her tears.
Yet, the tears still fell like broken pearls, "pat, pat" continuously landing on the back of her hand.
Her fingertips were ice-cold; she wrapped her coat tightly around her, quietly leaning against the wall, crying non-stop.
Ever since she became pregnant, she had forbidden herself from crying, but now, she couldn't control her emotions.
Her sobs echoed in the quiet space, and in the dark corner, Jasmine Yale was alone, her eyes red.
Time seemed to have stopped.
She hid in the corner, curled up in a small bundle, her frail figure looking even more emaciated.
"Jasmine!"
Suddenly, Sylvan Cheney's low, anxious voice came from the hallway.
He loudly called her name, pacing urgently in the hallway!
"Jasmine!"
"Jasmine!"
