Being Healed
Zed, my father, was already put out from the pack. He was no longer in the mansion's vicinity and was not seen around to laugh at my situation.
I and Winston continued to wander around the garden as we breathed some fresh air. The weight of struggles feels lessened when fresh air hits around and allows my hair to be messy for a little. We talk about our lives, the life that we need to have since we are already a couple, and the tough decision-making we need to consider, especially in times like this.
We ended our conversation as we went back inside the mansion.
We ate in the kitchen and decided not to go back to the garden anymore. We rest in the living room and talk to anyone that will pass there.
Winston told me he will need to talk with the other officials. He was about to send me to the room to rest, but I stayed only in the living room.