*DRAYTON*
“We should head out for lunch instead. But first I need to unpack.” She suggested.
I helped Elysia unpack, arranging her stuff into the wardrobe provided in my room. However, I didn't unpack mine, simply because I wouldn't be staying here for long. While unpacking, I kept reassuring her that everything would be fine and that she wasn't in danger.
"Please, Drayton... I ought to know." She insisted.
Alas, she's right. She ought to know what is at stake. She deserves to know everything that has happened so far, but I promised Doctor Fabian not to jog her memory because doing that would lead to cognitive overload.
So I adamantly refused.
Her eyes were sad, pitiful, and pleading.
It was so much for my heart to take in. Pulling her to me, I then wrapped my arm around her fra
