C62 SIXTY-TWO

Emma stood still like time froze, staring up at the ceiling. Morris was beside her, trying to hold her hand, his eyes trained on her face.

For a moment, there was silence. Emma's mind was racing with questions, doubts, and fears. She needed answers, but she didn't know where to start.

Finally, she turned to Morris. “How did we meet?” she asked, her voice low.

Morris looked at her