The door opens and Madison entered the room, with a tray of food.

　　My head turned away, back to the closed glass window, staring sadly at the tall tree outside.

　　I heard Madison place down the meal she brought for me on the small bedside table and the bed lowered as she sat beside me. She touched my hand and my eyes remained on the trees, watching the branches as they slowly moved in the wind.

　　"Please eat something," Madison urged ...