Chapter 18 The announcement of the results

Johnson began to swing left and right even more, constantly tapping his hand on his chest. A layer of sweat covered his face and neck. He remembered her having a pastry with a boy. This recollection made him restless. He wanted to hug her and ask her to love him the way he loved that boy. He couldn’t say a word, though, because of his anxiety.

Natasha swallowed down her uneasiness. She was more worried about him. Looking at his pale face, she was sure that he had some discomfort.

"Honey, why are you so pale?" she asked, holding his shoulders. "Are you not feeling well?"

Johnson shoved her away and ran into the hall.

Natasha sprang to her feet and stretched out her hand to call him. She quieted down in the end. She didn’t know his name. An unbearable pain gripped her heart. She was sorry for the child. She wanted to go after him and see if he was okay. At this point, she came to the realization that the boy wouldn’t be alone here. He could have come with an elder.

What if he had come w