The gentle rhythm of fingers gliding through her hair sent a quiet warmth spilling through her body. Soft, soothing almost enough to lull her back into sleep.
Her lashes trembled, fluttering open slowly.
Her gaze settled upon her mother's face, hovering above her, filled with tenderness.
"Hi, baby."
"Hi, Mom…" Fallyn murmured, her lips curving faintly as she shifted, nestling her head into Eva's lap like a child seeking comfort.
Eva's fingers stilled for a moment before resuming, slower this time, more deliberate.
"Why did you drink so much last night?" Her voice was gentle, but laced with quiet concern. "You're a lady, Fallyn. You have to be careful out there."
Fallyn exhaled softly, her eyes half-lidded. "Mom, please don't worry… it was perfectly safe. We were with Mr. Manson and Hazel, what could possibly have gone wrong?" A gentle smile touched her lips. "Besides, he was kind enough to bring me home himself."
Eva's hand paused.
