Trusting others is not as reliable as trusting him.
She took a deep breath and turned to look through the rearview mirror.
She saw Alza curled up in the corner of the back seat, his face pale as paper.
His fingers gripped the edge of the seat tightly, his lips trembling slightly, but he couldn't utter a single word.
Selene Kane's heart tightened, and without hesitation, she unbuckled her seatbelt, turned around, and pulled him over, holding him firmly in her embrace.
Her arms were firm and warm, her voice very soft, like coaxing a child.
"Don't be afraid, I'm here. It's okay, don't be scared."
Alza's body, which had been trembling violently, slowly relaxed bit by bit in her arms.
His breathing gradually steadied, though still slightly shaky.
Caleb Shaw watched the scene quietly through the rearview mirror.
Selene Kane held Alza protectively, whispering words of calm, her expression gentle.
Sunlight streamed through the car window, casting a soft outline on her profile.
