Aiden froze.
Her voice hadn’t wavered in tone, but somehow, it carried fear.
Her expression looked the same as always, yet it somehow seemed twisted with unease.
He had no words to answer that fear.
“It’ll be fine,” “You’ll be okay”? Would that really be enough? Could words like that actually soothe the fear she felt?
“…Shall we make a promise?”
Aiden’s fingers moved slowly. He set down the teaspoon with trembling fingertips, not even bothering to hide the shake in his hand.
“When I come back, will you listen to my story?”
