There’s a gentle sound, water rippling over itself that comes in response, followed by another. A soft, yet frustrated sounding sigh and a plastic clack against porcelain claim the room next before her voice. It soothes his nerves before she can finish replying, “Yes.”
He wanted to ask what happened today, where she was… why she didn’t call or text him, but that made him sound overwhelming. She had her paper to do, a place to stay safe in… and she stayed. She was bathing and he had given that to her.
William should be overjoyed but he can’t seem to shake the feeling that she’s still unsure, or worse, unhappy.
“Will?” she asks carefully, stopping his breath mid-exhale.
“Yeah?” he answers, unsure of what she’ll ask for but wants to be there for her.
He needs to feel like the hero in
