Without waiting for a response, Stella turned and walked out of the room.
She had once made Keen her entire world, but all she had gotten in return was a loss of self. She had imprisoned herself in a tiny cage built of love, placing all her hopes and dreams onto him. But the weight of that emotion was too much for a small child to bear. He felt suffocated, annoyed, unable to breathe.
The truth was, from the moment a child is born, the process of separation begins. It's never the child who can't leave the mother, but the mother who can't let go of the child.
Now, finally free, Stella was beginning to understand.
***
Returning to the hospital, Stella was about to knock on Joshua's door when she heard voices from inside. It was Harold and Joshua.
"There was definitely a problem with Foreman's music box," Harold was saying. "It had a listening device inside, cleverly designed with a self-destruct mechanism. It would have been impossible to recover if not for a real expert."
That explained why it had taken him so long to get results.
After a moment of silence, Joshua said, "I understand."
"Should we tell Ms. Cameron?" Harold asked tentatively. Foreman was a treacherous man. Even Joshua had suffered at his hands, and this time, Foreman had nearly gotten him killed by Gibson. If not for Stella's feelings, Joshua would never have let someone like that run free for so long.
Just as Joshua was about to reply, his brow twitched, and he glanced toward the door. Harold understood and opened it. Seeing Stella standing there, he greeted her warmly.
"Ms. Cameron, you're back."
Stella entered the room. "Is Joshua awake?"
"Yes, he woke up a little while ago," Harold said with a smile. While Stella was out, he and Jake took turns watching over Joshua.


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