Chapter 79

• Days passed, and I kept seeing Anthony in my room. Sometimes, he would greet me, but mostly, he just stood by the side of the bed, staring at me like I was a beautiful piece of art.
• I didn't find it odd or problematic. I let him stare.
• He always had a habit of staring at my face. In the university canteen, not a second would pass without him gazing at me. If I told him to stop, he'd just shake his head, smile, and say, "I'm afraid I'll lose sight of you, Azora."