He couldn't help but feel a bit heartbroken. If only he had come over sooner, he shouldn't have been so late.
...
Iris Harris drifted into a fitful sleep until the afternoon.
She awoke from a nightmare, opened her eyes to an unfamiliar ceiling, and heard the warm breath beside her, "Had a nightmare?"
She turned her head and saw Brandan Hyde propping his head up, watching her.
Seeing his face, the goosebumps all over her body gradually settled, and her racing heart slowly calmed down. As she relaxed her muscles back onto the bed, Iris gently nodded, "Mm-hmm."
A slight cold sweat appeared on her delicate skin. Brandan raised his hand, gently massaging her furrowed brow with his warm palm, and said softly, "I'm here with you, don't be afraid."
Iris closed her eyes, gave a weak smile, and said nothing.
This nightmare given to her by Henry Ford, who knows when it would completely fade from her heart.
