I chuckled breathlessly, trying to calm my somersaulting heart.
"If this talk hadn't gone well, I thought about locking you up as well."
"Is that so?" Henry's eyes lit up, the silver color in them disappeared, and his lips formed a breathtaking smile.
I laughed and nodded, getting high and cloudy from the relief I felt, such a one-eighty turn from all the self-doubt and self-hatred.
But then it raised its ugly head—the paranoia that asked if he was lying, if his words didn't sound too good to be true, if he was laying low to stab me in the back at some point in the future.
"Why?" Henry whispered, his face turning somber as he watched me and noticed the change in my mood.
Always so quick to notice.
