When his gaze fell upon Clarice's sleeping face, Theodore slowed his footsteps.
He wasn't sure why, but he found himself simply standing there, staring at her serene and peaceful expression.
Catching sight of her bare feet, he paused, then crouched down and gently lifted her into his arms, carrying her to the bed.
By the time Theodore came in, Snowy was already awake. Thinking Theodore was there to pet it, the dog excitedly wiggled around him. But knowing Theodore's obsession with cleanliness, it didn't dare lick his pant leg—just bounced anxiously at his feet, hoping for attention.
But the moment Snowy saw Theodore carrying Clarice, it instantly felt neglected and let out a soft whimper of protest.
Clarice stirred slightly as she was lifted. Her eyes fluttered open, and t
