Maeve smiled; she didn't know who Rosalyn Jennings was talking about.
As for the Keane she mentioned, she had no impression of this person from her childhood.
She had asked the doctor, who said it might just be someone her mother imagined.
In the pure white room, the smell of disinfectant was still strong, but not so unbearable anymore.
Maeve glanced aside, saying, "You rest for a while, I'll call you when I'm about to leave."
Mona Sterling looked a bit concerned, "Are you sure you can handle it alone? What if Ms. Jennings has an episode..."
"It's fine, trust me." The girl's eyes remained calm, but there was a convincing strength in them.
Mona nodded and said no more, "Alright."
The door was closed gently.
Maeve circled around and sat on the sofa. After seeing her sit, Rosalyn Jennings went over to nestle beside her, behaving very well while leaning on her, occasionally pinching her flesh.
Gently, as if filled with curiosity about Zoe at twenty-two.
