Unwavering Trust

Everyone's eyes were drawn to her and Dante's conveyed confusion.

"I..I had put pillows," she explained, feeling a sense of unease growing in the pit of her stomach.

"Millie just said there were no pillows," Eviana pointed out, her voice laced with confusion, her brows furrowed. Maya's gaze was firmly locked on Dante, silently pleading with him to believe her. He should know that she would never put Vincent's safety at risk. He was her lifeline.

"You must have imagined that you placed the pillows. It happens when we are exhausted," Eviana remarked with a sympathetic tone.

"I..I don't think so," Maya replied, now a bit uncertain. Did she really imagine it? Did her mind really play a trick on her? Her eyes watered a she thought about it, his silence weighing heavily on her.

Dante reached her in three strides and handed Vincent to her, letting her know he believed her.

"I believe you," he declared. Relief washed over her tensed features, a tear of relief slipping down her eyes.