His gaze fell back on her, and he couldn’t tear it away. He noticed the bandages again. The clean gauze, neatly wound, was slightly better than the job he'd done in the bathroom yesterday. Someone else must have redone them. He almost asked. He stopped himself at the very last second.
On the screen, the bear found more honey, and Kaleth made a small, satisfied sound, grabbing Santiago’s attention for a second. Then the boy took a drink from his bottle. Apparently, he hadn’t forgotten he was holding it, it seemed.
Santiago felt the corners of his mouth curve up. There was so much peace in his son’s actions that it was almost hard to believe he had been kidn*pped mere weeks before and held captive for days. Nothing about the boy’s demeanor screamed trauma, and Santiago was more than gratef
