Arabel's POV
My insides have been bubbling with excitement ever since I saw his fingers move again this morning.
At exactly 2, the movement of his middle fingers catched my attention. I sat on the wooden seat beside his bed, watching Eve, who was fast asleep on the sofa.
There is renewed hope building up inside me. Making a smile curve up my lips. As I wait for that miracle.
Ever since he moved his finger the very day Eve had Mother thrown out, I have been expecting him to wake. But he hasn't.
He keeps moving almost every single day without opening his eyes.
But I don't want to be pessimistic. I believe he will be awake soon. That movement is a good sign.
For no reason, I am in a good mood today. The movement was longer than every other one.
The moment I tried to grab the moving finger, he stopped.
Yawning loudly, Eve stands up and moves close to me, making me divert my attention back to her. I see her stare at Richard for a split second before turning to me.
“I'm out to get breakfas
