The next morning…

"Hey good morning". Ethan said, walking in with a tray of food into Hilda's room.

"Good morning". Hilda responded, still sleepy-eyed. She stretched a little.

"Are you okay? Did you sleep well?"

"I didn't get much sleep, Ethan. I'm still very tired". She said, yawning.

"Why? Was something on your mind? Is it Alexander?"

"Honestly, I wish it was Alexander. That would've been more relieving".

"What do you mean, Hilda?" Ethan asked, placing the tray carefully on a ...