The same knock that sounded on Grant's door for the past six months,sounded once more that morning.
Just like Grant had done every morning for the last six months, he opened the door, and ushered Alexander in.
"Any update?" Alexander asked, hanging his coat by the door side.
"Not yet. He just sits, and stares through that window all day," Grant replied.
Alexander sighed, as he drew closer to Ace Atticus.
He had expected that within this time frame, Ace would have gotten better psychologically at least.
His injuries had healed faster than he had expected, and that was what gave him the hope that the emotional scars would follow.
But he could see Ace was clearly holding on to the pain, so he wouldn't face the reality.
"Hey, good morning." He dragged a seat, and sat beside him.
"I know you still don't want to talk to anyone, but I'm here to give you some daily updates, and then check the injury in your head. Is that okay?"
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!