Abigail Hemsworth instinctively took two steps back.
Bumped into Travis Miller behind her.
Travis Miller reached out, wrapped his arm around her waist, and pulled her into his embrace.
A few people walked past them.
Abigail Hemsworth's eyes relaxed slightly; she propped herself up and moved away from Travis Miller's embrace.
Travis Miller did not release her.
He whispered, "Abigail, let's take Linn to get his eyes treated."
"There's no need." Abigail Hemsworth refused decisively. "Joel Russo has already made arrangements. I'll take Linn tomorrow."
Travis Miller pondered for a moment, "Hmm, with arrangements made by Brother Russo, there won't be any issues."
Standing slightly behind her, he couldn't see her expression, but he could take in Linn's face completely.
He gazed greedily at that tender face, the eyes resembling his own.
