Camilia Axford

Chase stopped on his tracks and turned to take one last look at Mrs. Weston's door. He was still perplexed, seeing as Mrs. Weston seemed to be doing fine. He pulled his phone out of his side pocket and quickly placed a call across to Nora.

He called to ask if Mackenzie had returned to the office, but found out she had not. He thanked her for her time and ended the call.

He slipped his phone into his pocket and continued his stroll around the hospital. As he walked, his mind wandered back to Eleanor and his father. Once again, he felt pity for the old man.

Just as he was about to walk past the hospital's exit door, his eyes caught a familiar figure standing in the hallway, right in front of the door he knew belonged to eye patients, he had walked the corridors of the hospital long enough to know every nook and cranny.

Chase paused, and tilted his neck to take a closer look at the woman. He spotted the wave of curls that poured down her back after she tied them in a low bun. She fol