I didn't hear what was said afterward.
When I finished changing and came out, I saw Aunt Maria chatting with Herbert. They were both smiling brightly, though I had no idea what they were talking about.
"Aunt Maria, what are you two talking about so happily?" I asked, looking down. My eyes met Herbert's, which were filled with a gentle amusement that made my heart skip a beat. A strange sensation washed over me. Flustered, I averted my gaze, missing the slight upturn of his lips.
Aunt Maria took my hand with a grin. "Kylia, Herbert is a good boy. We can trust that you’re in good hands with him."
I glanced at Herbert, who sat calmly in his wheelchair, a wave of confusion washing over me. What trick did he use to win over Aunt Maria in such a short time?
As if reading my mind, Herbe
