Trixy's Pov
"Can I come with you?" I whispered, trembling just as much with my voice and hands.
Zyron looked at me like a thunderbolt hit him and said with a confused voice: "A–are you for real?" He was visibly fighting with his inner feelings as his voice was breaking.
Although my heart was racing, I repeated my determination, and teared up. "Yes, I want to."
"Okay," he lowly said, and then without thinking, he took my hand and held it tightly. He was warm with his palm, but his way of holding me felt different-weighty, hopeless as if he needed my strength.
The question was already out of the blue and pierced the moment. Dad's voice reached us with a cutting edge: "Where are you going?" he asked, unable to hide the mix of suspicion and concern in his voice.
Before I could answer, Uncle Gino smiled cheekily shaking a finger at my father. "Kyle, quit being so strict. Let the kids free, they're old enough to handle themselves."
