Idris had dozed off in the backseat. From the front passenger seat, Zilia turned slightly to glance at him, a gentle smile touching her lips. She then shifted her gaze to Casaio, who was silently focused on the road.
"Thank you for taking Idris out for shopping," she said. "It was his first time enjoying something like this."
Casaio didn't respond. His eyes stayed on the road.
Zilia sensed the distance in his silence. She pressed her lips together and turned away, her gaze falling to the city lights beyond the window.
'So he's giving me the cold shoulder now… Is this how it's going to be from now on? Tomorrow, we'll be together, he said he would mark me. But should I let him? He used to be easier to understand. But I shattered everything in him.'
She closed her eyes briefly, trying to shake off the unease curling in her chest.
"We're home," Casaio finally said, his voice breaking her thoughts.
