Ivan and Mamie headed up first, with Agnes supporting Jared as they slowly climbed the stairs. They soon found themselves at the door of a child’s room. The door was closed, and Agnes paused, feeling her heart pounding like a drum in her chest. She was unexpectedly nervous.
Standing on the doorstep, Agnes felt as if she was on the brink of a mysterious new world. Beyond the door lay another reality. In her mind, she was still an eighteen-year-old student. Yet, inside was her child. The feeling was surreal, like being transported into the future.
Jared watched Agnes intently. Her nervous demeanor was strangely familiar, her head bowed and eyes cast down. From his angle, he could see her long lashes fluttering gently. Her fingers were slightly clenched, as if she was trying to encourage herself. This side of Agnes was both unfamiliar and familiar to Jared. Wasn’t this exactly how she had been when they first met?
“Are you scared?” Jared’s deep voice broke the silence, making Agnes jump. She looked up and met his gaze, his eyes deep and mesmerizing as a starlit ocean, stealing her breath for a moment.
Agnes pressed her lips together, saying nothing, and gently pushed the door open.
The room was dimly lit, with a small lamp casting a soft glow by the bed. Agnes didn’t turn on the main light, instead stepping quietly inside. The floor was covered with a thick carpet, absorbing the sound of her footsteps, making her feel as though she was walking on clouds. Each step made her feel light-headed, as if she might fall from those clouds at any moment, so she trod carefully.
As she drew nearer, Agnes could make out the figure on the bed—a child of about five or six. He lay in a neat, peaceful position, unlike her own sprawling, restless sleep habits.
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