By the time I made it back to bed, it wasn’t long before the sun was set to rise. I fed her lamb when she started to cry as soon as I walked into the room so that she didn’t wake Silla, then got ready for bed. I felt better about the progress we’d made after finding the number in Calhoun’s phone, so I was more relaxed as I made my way to the bed.
I stood there looking down at her for a few minutes, taking in the sight of her wrapped around my pillow, her hair spread out across it, no doubt leaving her scent. She looked so tiny lying there, dwarfed by the size of the king-sized bed, that I felt a clutch in my chest.
That kept happening more and more of late as well, that feeling like I’d been zapped whenever I thought of her or looked at her. Now looking at her with her face relaxed in sleep and her mouth closed so she couldn’t give me hell, her beauty and innocence more apparent, I realized the enormity of the situation.