When they finally went home, William cared for Simone in a way she hadn’t thought possible. He made sure to tend to her, even going as far as to take the brush, seemingly ready to help her with her hair.
“You don’t have to,” she objected swiftly, feeling like she was being pampered like a child. And though it warmed her heart, she wasn’t sure she liked the sentiment behind this.
“I got this,” he insisted. “I got you.”
“William,” she said in earnest, and he looked at her across the mirror, even as he began to brush her hair. “You’re not still feeling guilty, are you?”
Silence met her question for a moment there before he simply hummed. It wasn’t a denial, and she started to draw her own conclusions.
She never made it to voicing out her concerns though, for he soon let out, “Guilt, mayb
