Almost reverently, Christopher opened the book in his hands. For a solid minute, he just stared at the words in front of him. And then he flipped the page. Another minute and another page.
Will felt his stomach drop to his feet. It hadn’t worked and he had just worsened the situation by trying to meddle. Feeling like a monster, Will moved forward, mentally inventorying all his belongings and trying to find the one best suited to offer his friend and atone for the disaster the night had quickly turned into, when a smile broke out.
“I still don’t know how to read exactly but it’s… different. Not so hard anymore. I can tell the letters apart. It almost hurt, the effort. And now…”
The boy looked away from the book and up at Will, with so much gratitude in his eyes it was bordering on uncomf
