A ray of amusement twinkled Sander’s eyes as soon as he entered his childhood room at his parent’s residence. But no matter how much delight he had felt, the man tried not to make any noise while making his way through the bed where Primrose was sound asleep.
After putting the tray down, he sat at her bedside to continue marveling at his favorite sight. Her soft breathing and peaceful demeanor relieved his worries.
“You were brave today,” he mumbled as his fingers ran through the strands of her red hair, “although I would’ve preferred not getting you involved at all.”
He couldn’t help but sigh upon the memory of the stoic look on her face after visiting Nicolas in jail. Every bit of him ached to hear what bitter memories she recalled, but he wanted to give her time to process everyth
