"Thank you, Dylan. That means a lot to me," Trisha said. She rested her head against his shoulder and sighed, feeling the tension begin to ebb away.
Dylan held her close, his touch gentle and protective. He ran his fingers softly through her hair with his tender touch as he smoothed out the stray strands. His embrace was comforting, and he rested his chin lightly on the top of her head, as if to reassure her that he was there for her.
The warmth of his hug and the soothing motion of his hand made Trisha feel momentarily safe and cared for, despite the whirlwind of emotions she had been dealing with.
"Rest assured," Dylan murmured softly. "Everything will be okay."
Trisha closed her eyes and breathed deeply, savoring the moment.
"I hope you're right," she whispered.
Trisha pulled away from the embrace and glanced at Dylan, who still had a worried expression on his face. "Hey, thanks for listening. You're a great brother."
