-Molly-
After a long chat, Andrew is alright. He was alright before I got to him, though. Laylah calmed him down. Laylah.
The day she arrived here, I was sure they were mates. That kid hasn’t offered his hand to anyone since he was twelve, except the time he did for Grandma Cora. But he turned to Laylah, looked her in the eyes, and smiled as she took his hand.
Neither of them smelled me today when I approached, so lost in their own little world. I watched through the window like a massively overbearing mother. He told her about my bond with his father. She soothed him. It was the nose kisses that sealed it for me. I was sure at the moment that they are mates, beautiful, perfect mates.
She’s not of age. I’ve now got her birthday marked on every single calendar I own, though.
