Patrick repeated his words.

I, who couldn't be more overjoyed, looked at him as I asked over and over again, "Really? Is what you said true?"

I was so afraid that after Patrick gave me hope, he would disappoint me again.

But this time, Patrick nodded firmly.

At that moment, I didn't struggle and let him hold my hand in his big palm. And I felt that my slightly cold hand became warm little by little.

The next day, I went to work.

Patrick proposed to send me to work. This time, I agreed.

I sat in his car. He left after dropping me off at the cafe. But some...