"When Cordelia’s mother died, she wouldn’t come out of her room in the Institute. One day while James was passing by her door to go to the library, he heard sobbing noises coming from inside her room. Slowly entering, he was met with a sobbing Cordelia. He knew what it felt like to sob so much it hurt, because after Grace, that’s what he did. Quietly, he sat down next to her on the window sill. “Would you like to talk?” He whispered and she nodded no. Wrapping his arm around her, he gently picked up the book he was about to return. "Reading always makes me feel better" he smiled, but she didn’t look at him, just kept staring out the window. Tears running down her face, they were now silent. Cordelia’s voice came out horse. "Read it to me." She pleaded. James smiled and nodded. "Tale of two cities,by Charles Dickens. mum said it was good. Well we better begin."