The air seemed to fall silent.
The lamp by the bed quietly illuminated a corner of the room.
Including the two people looking at each other, seemingly unable to utter a single word.
Sam thought of this terrifying possibility, which had been obliquely mentioned by Angel not long ago, but Sam had immediately denied it without even thinking, firmly stating that such a situation would never occur.
Yet, what he failed to realize was that his feelings were merely wishful thinking, disconnected from the emotions of others.
He would inevitably overlook the fact that he and Ava, not being blood-related and with her nearing 16 in an era where precocity is common, meant she was beginning to understand far more than he anticipated.
She could experience the dawn of romantic feelings.
She might develop a vague, uncertain fondness for the opposite sex.
