Aisha’s face was buried in Connell’s chest. She was trying to stay awake, but the medication was really taking hold. She mumbled something he couldn’t quite make out, and her eyes slid closed. Connell held her close, his arms wrapped protectively around her. He whispered, “It’s alright darling, I’m here, I’m going to take care of you, just rest.” Ben and Helen exchanged knowing looks and smiled, but said nothing as the drive home continued in silence, other than the whispered words of comfort.
