Philip Shaw carried her into the car.
His woolen coat draped over Aldana Candi, large and accentuating her petite fragility even more.
Aldana Candi curled up in the passenger seat, so small it seemed she didn't even have the strength to push his coat away, her brows lowered, appearing a bit thin and tranquil.
He lifted his hand, smoothing out the hair tucked into her neck, and said, "Take a nap. We'll be there when you wake up."
His voice sounded deeper than usual.
Aldana Candi said nothing, leaning against his coat, closing her eyes.
The car started smoothly. In the snowy weather, it traveled slowly. There were few pedestrians or vehicles on the road. As Philip Shaw drove calmly, he could hear Aldana Candi's steady breathing in the quiet car, feeling his heart gradually warm up in this tranquility, as if soaked in warm water, with that warmth slowly spreading to his entire body.
