In her life, the ties between her and Samuel Johnson were like two intertwining vines, no matter how long they were apart, their roots remained deeply entangled.
And now he was sick, possibly even dying, and she truly couldn't imagine what she would have to face if Samuel's surgery really failed.
It was like an inseparable entity being brutally torn in half, leaving her with nothing but bewilderment.
Amanda Smith shook her hair out, trying to pull herself out of that sinking mood. She slowly walked toward the elevator, the fifth floor was deserted, the air was saturated with a somber stillness.
The elevator doors opened, and Amanda looked up to see Grace Murdock and Tim Morrison walking out.
"Amanda?"
Grace was just as surprised to run into her so coincidentally; with a joyful exclamation, she walked over and took her hand. Tim was carrying a basket of fruit; they were both there to visit Samuel Johnson.
"How is Samuel doing now?"
Grace asked.
