"You should go back and rest." Viola Harris glanced at Finn Wilson, who had just sat down beside her, and couldn't help but say, thinking of how he had taken care of her all night.
"I've already rested and I'm feeling quite refreshed now."
Seeing the determination in his eyes, Viola said nothing more.
Mr. Harris slept with a quilt rented from the funeral band, snoring loudly. James Harris had left the memorial hall at some point and only returned after a long time.
This night felt both endless and fleeting. Viola Harris awoke to find herself asleep in Finn Wilson's arms, wrapped in a blanket. Her neck and waist felt stiff; she slowly straightened up.
"Thank you." Viola's eyes were still red-rimmed.
Finn maintained his embrace, not budging. With half of his body numbed from bearing her weight, he hadn't dared move an inch while she slept, fearing he might wake her.
"No need to be so polite with me." He smiled naturally, "Are you feeling uncomfortable anywhere?"
