It felt like only while holding this coat could she sense that Clayton Howard was still alive in this world.
But a month had already passed, and she no longer had the strength to wait.
"Why... a whole month has passed, why haven't you come back..." Holding the black coat, Camila Walker murmured to herself, tears sliding down from the corners of her eyes onto the black fabric.
A month had elapsed, and she had always believed he wasn't dead, believed that someone had rescued him.
However, she had been discharged, so why hadn't he come back to find her...
During this past month, she had temporarily suppressed all her pain, just waiting for the day he would return, not wanting all her persistence and hope to turn into bubbles. She truly could no longer bear it...
.
The next day, she got out of bed and went downstairs early in the morning.
Seeing her up so early, Angela Reid and Graham Berkeley were somewhat surprised.