how I got here. I'm in a room I've never seen before in my life, decorated with a luxury that seems to mock

olds before me like a slow-motion movie. That man. His face, his d

t I don't see anyone, only the

my spine. I throw myself into the corner o

ays a so

't him. This voice is more delicate, almost maternal. I try to observe the person approaching, try

away even further, fear inva

es until she is in front of me. "I'm Elizabeth" she says

spotless white dress with an apron over it

hes out to touch my forehead. Before sh

d child. I don't like being touched and I don't under

oft giggle that fails to calm me down. "I just

I touch my forehead with my ow

doctor?" she asks in that

eeling panic start to

in relief as I see her leave, but it's not even ten mi

she brought him here to hurt me?

omes closer, I

an unfortunate moment, I fall on my ass to the ground. In other circumstances this would have been funny, but

lizabeth as she qu

back away even further "Please don't do anything to me"

; I don't want a

my terror. She looks at the doctor and

much less the gentleman behind me" she says pointing a

fear still reign in me. But something in their tone

n't hurt me, but... can I trust their words? Uncertainty settles on

nding her hand with a gentleness that contrasts with the stor

In the end, I decide to trust her and take her trembling hand. She helps me up from the floor, l

octor won't do anything to you; he'll just

rching for answers in the woman's eyes. She no

e if you're okay." She takes my hands and gives them

anted to hurt me, she would have already done so. Her ki

tting her know that I'm willing t

firm but gentle steps. I squeeze her hand t

f you're okay." The man lowers his head in a polite gesture a

more. The doctor leaves his briefcase at my feet

st have to put it on your lips to kno

ith a reassuring smile. I take it and

r to him. He looks at it before looking at Mrs. Elizabe

th thanks as the doctor takes a b

et better," he recommends as she takes

. I hat

s. Elizabeth kindly bids him far

has that man gone? The room is simple but cozy; the walls are painted a soft color and there is a wind

eople around me. Although Mrs. Elizabeth seems to be a good person so far-in fact, she has done a lot for me in

ago resonates within me like a distant echo. Two years ago, I had already forgotten that kind of

about it, I have no idea if she's a lady or a miss. Her soft voice m

tant: perhaps this is an opportunity to rebuild my lost trust. Ma

abeth and Dr. Filis from this new perspective. After all, every encounter can be

ts flow like a calm river, allowing me to dream