A gentle breeze swept by Yvonne Finley's ear, carrying those two faint words, laced with an almost intangible breath, to her ear.
The low, magnetic voice that clawed at the heartstrings was nothing short of a rare fantasy in this world.
Like a whisper in her ear, it tinged her porcelain white earlobes with red.
She was slightly dazed.
As if it were an illusion.
Yvonne Finley paused for a moment.
It was the second time he had called her "sister".
Unlike the casual chat on the hospital rooftop the first time, this particular utterance, at this particular moment, spread a perfectly measured, reassuring and comforting feeling, while also inexplicably suggesting an imagined space for amorous interactions.
Unprovoked, Yvonne Finley's heart jolted.
She turned her head.
She discovered that Caleb Baker was already in front of her. From her view, she looked directly at the Adam's apple on his slender neck, and two seconds later, he bent down.
