Arianne couldn’t wait any longer. She carefully woke the old man up. He opened his eyes and thought she was one of the nurses. “Where’s Pauline? Why’d they change nurses today?”
Arianne placed the food in front of him. “Finish your meal first.”
The old man slowly picked up his knife and fork, but his eyes sized them up carefully. “You’re not nurses, why are you here?”
Tiffany pulled out the letter from Arianne’s bag. “Did you write this?”
The old man glanced at it and said, “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’ve never written any letter. It’s been three years since I’ve stepped out of this place. My eyesight is poor and my hands tremble. How could I write a letter?”
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