As Mikael and Irene silently left the scene hand-in-hand, she couldn't help but wonder what was going through his mind, in that moment. The cold touch of his small fingers intwining with her own, the back of his head which felt difficult to read, and even the silent way he carried himself.
Irene felt like a frozen fish, unable to process what was happening. Her hand stinging from when she slapped Ivan. But the sight of Mikael's back and his hand clasping around her palm, overwhelmed all the other feelings in her body.
The way he acted just now was almost protective, in a way. It was something she didn't expect to see from him, even if they became friendlier than before. Irene couldn't help but start to wonder if Mikael actually cared about her more than he let on. Perhaps that was his w
