"I'm afraid I'll never experience the joy of this."
Annabelle Linton spoke with a sense of resignation. As she tried to stand, her body swayed unsteadily again.
Aaron Wyatt quickly pulled her into an embrace. In his heart and in his eyes, it was as if she was the only one who existed. "There, there," he said softly, "don't be scared. Let's head back. We'll stop for today."
"Mm."
With that, he took Annabelle Linton's hand, and they slowly made their way back.
Afraid of falling, Annabelle Linton gripped his hand tightly.
'There were so many people here, after all. Falling would be so embarrassing.'
Aaron Wyatt looked on gently as Annabelle Linton clutched his hand.
Annabelle's fingers were long, fair, and soft.
His large hand enveloped her small one, and a strange sense of satisfaction washed over him. The warmth of her touch sent a jolt, like an electric current, straight to his heart.
