A few days passed...
Hannah had been allowed to leave the hospital, but she couldn't walk yet, so she had to use a wheelchair with Hans pushing her while carrying a black backpack.
"After this, I want to visit my child's grave," she said.
"Sure," Hans replied, continuing to push her.
Hannah fell silent again, staring ahead, feeling uncomfortable with her still-sore body and her heart so sad every time she looked at her stomach.
'I'm not pregnant anymore... What should I do now? Maybe I should stay in the pavilion again? I don't think so... It's better if I leave the pavilion and try to find a new job after I recover.'
"He's here..." Hans slowed his pace when he saw Samuel walking towards them.
Hannah squinted, looking at Samuel who immediately reminded her of the night he left her and betrayed her trust, causing her to clench her fists.