Having cried herself out, she lay sprawled alone on the attic table, her shoulders convulsing intermittently.
Her voice hoarse from sobbing, she quietly wiped away her tears.
The attic was enclosed, and she couldn't see outside.
At some point, footsteps sounded near her, and a tall, slender figure appeared by her side.
Sylvan Cheney came in.
He stood by her side for a long time, and once the door was opened, the gradually darkening sky outside was visible.
Jasmine Yale buried her little head in her knees, crying breathlessly, without making a sound, but her shoulders shivered uncontrollably.
Sylvan Cheney walked over to her and pressed her shoulders, forcing her to look up.
He used a handkerchief to wipe the tears from her face.
Jasmine's vision was blurry, her eyes were red, long lashes hung with glittering droplets, and her gaunt face was streaked with tears.
He held her shoulders, preventing her from moving, and silently kept wiping her tears away.
