Harold had been standing downstairs. The light in Stephanie's room had been on until dawn.
The flower in his hand had not been sent out.
"Have you been standing downstairs? Why didn't you go up?" Emily was surprised when she received the call.
Harold did not speak.
"Harold, you're hiding something from me, aren't you?" Emily asked in a hoarse voice as she woke up.
"Before the New Year, John came to find her," Harold said after a long silence.
"And then?" Emily asked.
"I do not know. She might not be able to forget him." Harold looked down at the flower in his hand.
Emily was also silent because she did not know how to handle this situation.
"What are you going to do now?" She asked.
Harold looked up in the direction of the second floor. Stephanie had not woken up yet. The curtains were tightly closed and nothing could be seen.
Emily waited for a long time before she heard Harold's voice.
"I will stay here with her."