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The sky was dark, the long hand of the clock on the wall spun round and round. Time raced swiftly by, but the person that was expected did not return.
After sending off Old Lane, Stella Jackson put Lucy Lane to sleep early, sat alone in the living room, watching TV, a bit restless. Somehow, her thoughts were as tangled as wires, all kinds of ideas kept rushing forward irresistibly.
Although this was not her first time waiting all night for Old Lane to return from an operation, as ever, she did not probe into the nature of his tasks, not wanting to add to his burdens.
What's strange about this time was that, her right eyelid kept twitching all night, and her chest felt suffocated, a nameless anxiety looming over her. She had a sense of impending doom, an inexplicable feeling that seemed to gather into a Boulder pressing over her heart.