At ten past six in the morning, Emily woke up on the hospital bed. She looked back at the man on the bed, kissed him on his face, and then gently walked out of the ward door.
The car of the funeral home would arrive at nine o'clock and set out from the hospital. As she went out, Harold handed over a set of black clothes and a coat. She turned to look without a word and took the clothes in her arms.
Before entering the bathroom, she passed by the morgue and saw Elsie. Elsie sat on the floor with one hand firmly holding Maury's cold and stiff hand. Susan and the butler stayed next to her. They had not slept all night.
"They came at ten last night. The doctor refused to let them in.... So they sneaked in." Harold explained in a low voice.