Identity verified—elevator up. Door open, door closed. Henry's expression had returned to normal; calm and steady, he gently laid Joshua on the bed.
When Joshua's body touched the soft mattress, he buried his head into the pillow, curling up as he mumbled something unintelligible.
Holding a damp towel in one hand and a set of pajamas in the other, Henry looked at Joshua, curled up like a small cat on the bed. His eyes narrowed slightly before he finally sat by the bedside, lost in silent thought.
Henry snapped out of it when the faint sound of sobbing came from the bed.
When he looked again, Joshua had his face buried in the pillow, brows tightly furrowed, as if trapped in a nightmare too dreadful to escape. His lips trembled with barely audible whimpers, and tears streamed endlessly down his cheeks like pearls slipping from a broken string.
Henry frowned. Instinctively, he gently gathered Joshua into his arms, patting the boy's trembling back.
