He wants to speak, but doesn't dare to. All he can do is hide his emotions in Caleb Shaw's shadow.
"Shaw... why aren't you saying anything?"
The two of them raise their heads in unison, their eyes glowing brightly like small lamps.
Their gaze is so pure it's nearly transparent.
They aren't afraid of being hit or scolded, only of being ignored, forgotten.
And at this moment, the only thing they can hold onto.
Is Caleb Shaw's words, a nod, just one nod is enough.
Caleb Shaw feels a weight on his heart as he is stared at by those eyes.
Those eyes are too clean, too sincere, too dependent.
He feels like a person standing at the edge of a cliff.
Behind him is the abyss, in front are two children reaching out for him to pull them.
He wants to step back, but his feet seem rooted.
"You have injuries, rest well tonight."
He squats down, reaching out gently to push aside their wet hair on their faces.
But that gaze carries a never-before-seen detachment and restraint.
