Tabitha's POV
Gloria gently patted my shoulder, her tone full of empathy. "Dear, I feel for you. We all used to be young and naive, thinking love was everything. But we've grown up, right? Look at me. My life is so much better now that I'm making my own money." We smiled at each other. As we reminisced about those sentimental old days, we were in a much better mood.
She licked her lips and smiled at me, "Tabitha, I want an apple. Could you peel one for me?"
She then continued to reminisce, "I remember when we first met, you didn't even know how to peel an apple. That time we went to visit our teacher, you peeled the apple core out, and we laughed at how 'wasteful' you were. Later, for Derek, you..."
She stopped suddenly as I held out my right hand, my palm hanging limp.
The ward fell
