Elias quietly entered Adeline's bedroom. To no one's surprise, she had changed out of the dress herself. She was snuggled into the blankets, with her back turned towards him. He wordlessly approached the foot of the bed and watched her sleeping expression. Her rosy lips were parted and her eyelashes were quite long.
"Sleep well, darling," Elias murmured.
Elias hovered a hand over her forehead, as dark wisps shrouded his palm. He didn't want to do this, but he must. It was his promise to Kaline and Addison. He would make sure she had nothing but happy memories of her childhood.
The memory and cause of her parents' death were useless. She didn't need to remember it.
"When tomorrow comes, you will no longer feel sorrow," he muttered.
Darkness flickered in Elias's palms. This brought back memories of the past, when she held onto his pants dearly, hiding her face into them. Back then, he had done the same thing—wipe her unhappy memories away.
"No."
