After you die, you'll still have to be buried with me.
Clement Atkins was afraid of scaring her, so he didn't finish his sentence.
"Are you going to keep us locked up forever?"
"I'm not keeping you locked up, you can take Sophia out; there are places to eat and play around here. If you want to leave the small town, just tell me in advance, and I'll arrange for someone to take you." Clement Atkins intended to touch upon the scent of agarwood on her, hugging her tightly and burying his face in her hair, "Baby, I'm not trying to lock you up, I'm trying to protect you."
But protection that disregards the wishes of others is a shackle.
Atkins wouldn't understand, the world he lives in only knows predation and being preyed upon.
In the evening.
"Mama."
Sophia was downcast; she hadn't eaten much of her rice, but she did eat some of the cake Clement Atkins had brought in the afternoon.
Miya Ford scooped some steamed egg for her: "What's wrong?"
"I don't like silver hair."