It had been a long time since Lola went missing. Mark thought Blake had really forgotten about her, but he noticed that he always looked ahead blankly when he was alone and grew even thinner and silencer. Moreover, he usually worked late and would rather sleep in the office than go home.
Mark realized that Mr. Harvey had never forgotten about Lola. He just engraved her in his mind.
…
A year later.
Several people were standing around a sickbed. Although the cold wind was whistling outside, it was warm in the ward. Watching Roger slowly remove the gauze from the patient’s eyes, they all held their breath and clenched their fists nervously.
“Lola, you can open your eyes now,” Roger said gently.
The woman on the sickbed opened her eyes slowly. Everything was a blur to her. She reached ou
