Echoes of a Lost Child

Desmond ruffled his hair, reclining on the back of the couch, pretending to sleep with his eyes closed.

He responded with silence.

Coralie didn't want to bring up the matter again, so she simply said, “It's getting late. You should rest a bit before you leave.”

Desmond remained in the same position as before, showing no reaction.

The whistle of the kettle echoed from the kitchen.

She fetched a cup