My sweet redemption

ing and dreaming became a pattern of mistakes and clumsiness. I replayed the accident, his weak smile, and the sorrow that darkened his eyes as he was being taken away. Uncertainty suffocated my tho

s a call on the home line. An ancient rotary

ce was soft and familiar. And it se

yan?". I

hoping you hadn't

am sorry, I just couldn't reac

back home now, still recovering, though, and honestly, I need

d him it would be my pleasure to visit, as the thought of bein

t, as I hung up and turned around, I noticed she looked at me with an e

again?". She aske

ompany". I didn't u

you are both from two different

I was the one who called for help, and if he requests my help through th

leave, then I am coming too"

? why...?".

e alone again". She rep

ake her along, and maybe the three of us would bond as a family. But I didn't understand the uncertain look on our parents' faces when I informed them, we were both leaving. They explained they were okay with me

feeling of relaxation the moment we arrived at his mansion. We were welcomed by Bryan's butler, who

h excitement the moment he

id with a broad smile and a t

I approached him. "It is good to see you again,

ittle help to fully recover". He

younger sister". I

and then returned his attention

n't pleased with the show of indifference he demonstrated towar

with his recovery. We worked on slow, gentle steps, picking him up when he fell, and reading to hi

ble in the best possible ways. She was given the best guest room and granted access to all th

hey complimented my charm, humility, and my ability to effortlessly connect with Bry

o Bryan in his private chambers

have done if you weren't here". He said in a l

d have gotten through, Bryan; you are a stron

his expression I couldn't understand. "

know what to say, so I just held his gaze. No