Cynthia Dion:
I didn't want to disrupt their private conversation and also their peace, so I exited the house and lingered in the garden, but soon his mother forcibly pulled me out.
I knew she had initiated the treatment and even summoned some aides to assess Atticus's condition. I was anxious about him, but all I could do was wait outside in the chill.
After a few minutes of my departure, I spotted Enzo emerging from the house with his hands tucked into his shorts pockets, appearing disheveled. His hair was tousled, likely because we had disrupted his peaceful slumber.
"So, care to explain what led to his loss of strength and your decision to bring him here?" He halted right in front of me and posed a question.
"Ask him yourself when he wakes up," I shot back, rolling my eyes at him
