Wren shakes slightly as she looks from the teacher to a set of intense slate gray eyes that are staring at her. Wren swallows hard as she packs up her bag. Steele keeps his eyes on her the whole time, wanting to say something, wanting to come with her as her support. He even wants to reach out and simply touch her, but the teacher is still standing right there.
Wren nods her head when she finishes in a form of encouragement to herself as she walks forward with confident steps, one hand gripping her bag tightly, her fingers on her other hand gently brush the back of Steele’s hand which is clasped tightly on the desk. He was expecting a little more time and can only hope that Wren's stepmother is actually coming through and is not here to take her home.
Wren being back has been amazing, b
