Unspoken Tension

“Thank you… Aunt Bianca.”

Bianca squeezed her hand once more, warm and sure.

“Of course, sweetheart,” she said gently. “I’m here for you. Always. Don’t ever hesitate to come to me.”

Lyra returned the squeeze, a small, genuine smile breaking through as she nodded.

Then Faye’s voice came from the front seat.

“Excuse me, Madam,” she said, one hand brushing her earpiece. “Confirmation just came i