I basked in the sun's warmth under the tree's leaves as they swayed from the wind that blew through them. The birds that had flown away came back flying around the trees and perched themselves on the tree's branches. I could hear the fish in the lake shyly touching the surface and quickly darting back down.
I rested my head in Alastair's lap with my hat over my face to block the sun. I could fall asleep however the questions I've had lingered in my mind and sleep was long gone.
Before I could ask any questions, Alastair asked, "Do you believe we have free will?"
I stayed silent for a moment before lifting my head from his lap. I sat up next to him and rested my head on his shoulder. I glanced down at his hand resting on his lap while the other was around me. In the past, he would come home covered in wounds. His nails cracked and ripped. Now, I see the scars where the wounds were, and his nails had grown out enough that even the blood under the nail was gone.
