Zephyr heard the water running in the bathroom when he arrived home. His heart clenched, but he dared not do anything. He could only stand there quietly.
He remembered what Seth had said. Cordelia’s unusual behavior was called PTSD.
…
“What she has is considered light,” Seth told him. “The best is to treat it with psychological intervention, but… it’s better for the doer to undo what he’s done. Since the source of the issue lies with you, you’re the best doctor for it.”
…
Zephyr took a deep breath. He wanted to take on the role of the doctor as well, but Cordelia gave him no chance of approaching her.
The bathroom door opened, and Cordelia walked out wrapped in a towel. When she looked up and met his eyes, she cried in surprise.
“Cordelia—”
Zephyr did not get to say anything before Cordelia hurried into the bedroom and shut the door with a lowered head.
The door felt like a barrier separating them into two worlds.
After a while, Cordelia opened a crack in the door to peek at him. She saw him cleaning up in their small living room and collecting the dry laundry from the balcony to fold them.
He did not know how to fold clothes in the past, but he did it well now. He could do everything and change himself for her.
Cordelia pressed her lips together and felt choked.
Two days later, she moved to stay with Xyla. Given what had happened, she preferred to be with her mother now.
Since Xyla was discharged, and with the help of medication, her mental state had been doing much better. Her daily life was no longer affected.
This period was a rare moment when she was conscious and clear-minded. When she heard what her daughter had gone through, she was regretful and sad, so she wholeheartedly took care of Cordelia.
Cordelia nodded in agreement, but her mind was still chaotic. Going out for groceries was only an excuse. She wanted somewhere quiet for some alone time.
She unknowingly sat for two hours in the park near the residence and totally forgot about buying vegetables or fish.
It was unexpected that she smelled dinner cooking from the kitchen when she got home.
Cordelia went in curiously and saw the tall and well-built figure busy in the kitchen.
Xyla pulled her aside nervously and asked, “Cordelia, is this… Is this my son-in-law?”
Cordelia tried to calm down her breathing.
“He said that he was Zephyr Hamerton and called me ‘Mom’ once he came in. Didn’t even want tea and cleaned up the whole house.
‘But… this couch here, I placed it in the center on purpose. He’s pretty strong, pushing it to the wall in one go! How am I supposed to push it back!?”
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