As Mrs Dai wanted us to stay with her own household, Fenju wouldn't agreed. As she wanted to be in her Dai household as her Dad things, in the place where she'd last seen him talking to us on video call. She felt grateful that the last time they'd spoken had been a happy time. She kept saying that to me.
"My Dad was happy about us. He knew everything and he was happy."
"Yes he was happy, baby," I whispered over her sleeping form.
My sleeping beauty in the night with her long hair tangled in the pillows, the blanket pulled up to her throat like she was seeking comfort from the weight of the fabric against her body. She was still suffering from shock and barely eating. I feared for her health and that of our baby's.
So I was scared that this would change us. Change her feelings for me. Push her into an emotional situation. I was well aware of her past, and that knowledge bore down impossibly heavy on me now.
