Chapter 38
The last thing I felt was a soft kiss on my forehead. 9: Through Jeweled Eyes
I waited for a few minutes for Charlotte to drift to sleep before draping a blanket over her. She was still in her winter coat, so there was no need, but it was a gesture. If I was being honest, it was for my own satisfaction as well.
After I was done, I placed a soft hand on Charlotte’s forehead. Another symbolic gesture. I could tell that her core body heat was going down; there was no need to try and feel it. Yet it was still important to go through the motions…A lesson I was privy to time and time again as I grew up. I also didn’t want all their eyes gazing up at me whenever I did something out of the norm, something which I felt was more and more of a lost cause as I grew up.