Abigail Hemsworth looked at him, touched his head, and finally bit her lip, turning her face away before standing up.
The hem of her dress was tightly grasped.
If one hand wasn't enough, two hands joined together with effort.
That calm and handsome little face was filled with panic, his lips pressed stubbornly tight, his eyes brimming with tears, yet he stubbornly held them back.
He was very much like Abigail Hemsworth at that moment.
Abigail Hemsworth's slender neck strained as she fought to keep the sourness welling in her heart from spilling out uncontrollably.
"When... will you come again?" Linn asked, a rarity for him to speak.
Abigail Hemsworth clenched her fists tightly at her sides.
When would she come again?
She didn't know.
She wanted to promise him a date, to give both him and herself something to look forward to.
But she couldn't come and go from here as she pleased.