Even though Isa and I convinced Mia to rest, she still insisted on at least taking one of the emergency yard's beds.
She also had me keep her company until she'd fallen asleep, which I was glad to do.
Mia being so needy raised a few questions, and as expected, she had ulterior motives.
Though they weren't exactly what I was expecting...
Mia: "...I heard you talking with the others downstairs, yesterday."
Considering she was on such high alert, that wasn't too much of a surprise, but still...
Mia: "Are you not going with your father?"
The bed's curtains gave us just enough privacy for Mia to show the tenderness only I was allowed to see.
As we lay together, she seemed to enjoy running a finger across my chest. Sometimes, she'd have the entire palm of her hand on it.
She'd often tell me that feeling my warmth calmed her down.
Miwen: "I'm not good with funerals."
