Chapter 86: Brushing Hair

Takes place during Edge Without A Home.

(Becky's POV)

Eret is currently brushing my hair at the end of a long work day. I'm contemplating telling him about what I went through with Drago just last month, but I can't...I'd literally lose my life – by the hands of Drago – if I did.

"I used to do this all the time for my little sister."

"Oh, really? Amalie, right?"

"That's right."

"Pretty name."

"Thank you. I'm sure you and she would get along well."

"Why's that?"

"Because you're close in age and size, and you're not that different really."

"How so?"

"She's got a spitfire attitude, much like yours. She's quiet, she doesn't have many friends, and those she does have, she's close with them."

"It does sound like she and I would get along...I hope I get to meet her one day."

"I hope so, too. Alright, I'm all done. Care to brush my hair?" Eret says, handing me the hairbrush.

"Of course." Eret and I switch places and I start brushing out Eret's dark brown locks.

When I'm finished, we head to bed, and I'm wishing I could know what the future held for us.

And I do wish I could meet Amalie someday.