My gaze followed her shrinking form as she walked closer to my husband who for my surprise has ventured out of his room. His tall form was leaning over the railing separating the outdoor section with the garden. I could see from afar his fists tightening as he looked into the distance. I wished to see his face, but the gut feeling told me Edmund was not feeling better today.

Cristina was so confident walking up to him, not frightened or wary of his possible reaction. It pained me to even think that from all people she might have a chance to sway his mind and feelings to a calmer place. I was doubting it will ever happen.