His voice was small, tinged with loneliness.
Daisy Ginger was slightly taken aback, not expecting him to say this. She reached out, brushing aside the short bangs on the child's forehead, and met Edward Stephens' eyes.
The child lowered his long eyelashes, not looking at her, his expression sparse with a sadness and calmness beyond his years.
Daisy Ginger watched him for a moment, gently pressed her lips together, lifted him onto the bed, and said to the child, "I'll tell your mom you're not feeling well today, so you'll stay here with me for now."
"..." Edward looked up at her, unsure of what he was thinking, and after a long pause, he softly murmured "ok," then turned around, clutching the blanket and snuggled into it.
Daisy Ginger watched his small figure, withdrew her gaze, and sighed softly before opening the door and seeing Erin Ginger standing at the doorway, his delicate face etched with worry.
