Stanley didn't realize that Lilac had caught a cold and was now shivering on the bed.
"Stupid girl… Why would you hurt yourself like that?" he sighed, running a hand through his hair before striding to his closet. He grabbed a loose T-shirt and returned to her side.
Without hesitation, he pulled her up, undressed her carefully, and slipped the shirt over her frail frame. Once she was covered, he tucked her back into bed.
Lilac instinctively shrank into the warmth of the mattress, then reached for him in her sleep. Her hands wrapped around his torso, clinging to him as if seeking comfort even in unconsciousness.
Stanley stiffened for a moment, then let out a slow breath. He couldn't bring himself to pull away.
He didn't know how Lilac had found out about her parents' deaths, but one thing was certain—it had affected her deeply.
