Mallory turns to face me, and the moment our eyes meet, I know what it is that’s growing between us. Trust. More specifically, her trust in me. Warmth spreads in my chest, driven by the presence of it in her eyes. She always did value the small things, the little moments of honesty and dependability that most people tend to write off as unimportant because they think trust can only be built in instances of rare, life-changing events.
