On the Rooftop

After accompanying Zariah through the physical therapy, Callan heard his phone buzzing in his pocket. "Give me a minute." Callan helped Zariah lie down and turned to the balcony to answer the phone. It was Savannah who was calling. Today was Anne's first birthday. The best banquet hall of the Capital Hotel had been cleared, waiting for those rich, powerful families in the city to come to attend the little princess's birthday party and witness the beginning of what was to be an extraordinary life. Callan's voice drifted into Zariah's ears from time to time. She had never seen such a submissive, indulgent expression on his face before. "Well, as long as you and Anne are happy, it's all right... I'm done, and I'll be there soon. Well, love you two." Callan hung up and walked into the ward. "Zariah, if there's nothing else, I'll be taking my leave. I'll be here on time for the next treatment." "Okay." Zariah nodded and watched Callan leave. There was a bitter smile on her face, but it was