Once the doctor's footsteps faded away, Murry turned back to the door. He turned the handle quietly and pushed the door open just a tiny crack to take a peep inside.
The soft light from a single candle on the nightstand illuminated the bed. Camilla looked so small and fragile lying beneath the blankets. Her forehead was wrapped tightly with the bandage, and her chest moved up and down with slow, steady breaths. She looked so helpless.
Murry let out another soft sigh and pulled the door shut.
He walked down the quiet hallway, his shoes making almost no sound on the floorboards. He walked all the way to the master bedroom at the center of the house. He raised his hand to knock, but stopped himself. He gently turned the knob and opened the door a bit to peep inside as well.
