Chapter Fifty Three

Maka restlessly walked from one end to the other in the hospital's reception. The sound of her heels clicking with the tiles were angry just as the clenching of her fists were. She threw a glance at where Kamsi's stepmother sat getting consoled in the arms of her husband. She allowed her eyes to rest on Mark's bowed bald head.

Mark must have felt the heat of the glare; he looked up. He just stared ahead of him then met Maka's eyes. His stare did not match her glare. He just stared with no emotion but pain.

Maka was tempted to wave or smile comfortingly at him...