Yiren's pov….
"What do you mean Alzheimer's is your future?"
His arms tighten around me like a warmth in a chilly winter, comforting me in the middle of turmoil.
"This disease is running in my mom's family for generations. My mom, grandmama, grandmom's sister… they all died from it." I'm trembling, he takes the coffee mug from my hand and puts it on the floor. " I have a 50% chance of getting it. Mom got me and Ning tested after she was diagnosed. Ning isn't carrying the faulty gene but I am."
I'm waiting.
Locking myself into the depths of his eyes.
Waiting for him to kick me from his lap, lash at me, or worse cut off all the ties with me.
I may now get his forever but I want his friendship, but I'll understand if he refuses that.
He wipes my tears which I don't even know is flowing free from my eyes. I lean into his touch—warm, carrying, gentle.
