Swiftcurrent Creek I got a bulletproof heart, you got a hollow-point smile

She moved along to his side then—the quiet falling over them just like a blanket of snow would in a winter storm. Perhaps, it felt as chilled as one as well.

His eyes remained steeled ahead—his jaw set. Only as moments passed, did he turn to look at her—ready to ask her what he had done this last time to gain her ire. Instead, he found his gaze softening, the resolve crumbling with one look at her face.

Did neither one of them truly know how to love? Is this why the sound of winter strummed between them, unending?

His breath hitched—he found his eyes jerking back to the direction they traveled. “I want to find Lilitu’s body and give her a proper burial.”

It was all he knew to say. That incessant need to remain busy.

To give his daughter the proper goodbye she deserved. But… what did that mean of the sickness?