78. Who do we have here?

As I watched the moving trees through the window glass, I couldn’t help but ignore the trepidations in my heart. My cold, clammy fingers were entwined with Marcus’ who was sleeping peacefully on my shoulder. After a week of his treatment and finishing up work in the school, I could imagine why he was so eager to go back to Windshire. To his home.

We had started early in the morning before dawn, and the sun rays were now streaming through the tall trees. Since we were riding by car, Ethan thought it was best if we left in the early hours when there was little congestion on the road. He was right, since it had been a smooth journey so far. I wonder how long it would take to reach.

I heaved a huge sigh, trying to calm my nerves, but it didn’t help. I was nervous.

“Are you okay?” I heard him whisper in my ear, his head lifting off of me.

I nodded, “Sorry.”

He sat up straight, pulling an arm around my figure to pull me closer. I leaned into his embrace as he pecked my forehead.