She shifted, the sunlight streaming in from outside so bright it stung her eyes. She raised a hand to shield them.
The weather outside was beautiful today. After washing up, Georgia Thorne put on a jacket, deciding to take a stroll outside.
She had been hospitalized for nearly a week, cooped up in her room day after day, staring at Elliot Sheridan's face until she was sick of it. Now, out for a walk in the garden, the air felt much fresher.
The garden was crowded with people, both children and the elderly. The kids were gathered in small groups, playing games.
Georgia Thorne stared blankly as they played house, finding it amusing. 'They're so young, yet they already know this game.'
"Do you like children?" A voice suddenly cut in. Georgia followed the sound and saw a man standing by the bench, though she didn't know when he had appeared.
His gaze was also on the group of children before it shifted back to her face.
