Walker Grant raised a finger to his lips. Noah Grant blinked and remained silent.
Walker Grant walked over and stroked his head. "Does your head still hurt?" he asked softly.
Noah Grant simply shook his head.
Walker Grant lowered his gaze slightly, his almond-shaped eyes dark and profound as he stroked Noah Grant’s head again and again.
He still radiated a biting chill, one that instilled an inexplicable fear.
Noah Grant was terrified right now.
’My uncle is being so fierce and cold today,’ he thought. ’I’m a little scared.’
But he needed to use the bathroom.
He struggled to sit up. Walker Grant glanced up at him. "What is it?"
"Pee-pee."
Noah Grant said in a small voice.
Walker Grant scooped him up and carried him to the bathroom.
He loved being held by his uncle, so he leaned his whole body into the embrace.
Once in the bathroom, the little boy sat on the toilet.
Walker Grant asked in a slow, deliberate voice, "Do you remember what happened tonight?"
Noah Grant nodded. "I remember."
Walker Grant’s tone softened. "Tell your uncle, how did you fall?"
Noah Grant’s eyes glazed over for a moment as if recalling a painful memory, and his little face paled.
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