Leonard

She looks at him and smiles softly.

You sit by the bed and look at the older woman, your hand still in hers. She seems tired, but she’s smiling.

She was still there, sitting in the chair next to his mother. She had dark brown eyes and wavy black hair, which was put up in a messy bun. She wore a loose-fitting black shirt and blue jeans, and she was holding a cup of coffee.