But now here he was. Not just asking for her trust—but earning it again.
“Don’t make me regret it,” she said quietly.
“I won’t.”
She nodded to herself and ended the call.
A great deal has happen between them and as yet, what it is has not been revealed.
He wanted to demonstrate that he was competent and capable, that he wouldn’t need hand holding because of his condition. He hit send before he lost his confidence then, shutting down the computer, he started his nightly routine of preparing for bed. The motions were simple—familiar. Toothbrush. Lights. Checking the locks by touch. Each one reminded him that control didn’t require sight—only belief. Belief he still belonged.
Kallen's isolation is so sad. I want to give him a hug...
Wanted to say, I'm really enjoying this story!
