Chapter 119 Bring Him Back

Spencer could feel that cold hand slipping away from his cheek, only to return a moment later, gently wrapping around his own.

A delicate finger began tracing light, uncertain patterns on his palm.

His sense of touch was still dull, yet that flickering contact, fleeting and fragile, managed to stir something inside him.

It soothed him. Calmed him. Made him feel... not alone.

Then came the voice, soft and tender, like the wind whispering through half-open blinds.

"Spencer, do you remember? When I first came to your house, you barely spoke to me. For nearly two whole weeks, not a single word."

A pause, then a laugh—light and nostalgic.

"Well, that's not quite true. You did speak. You'd say ‘good morning' and ‘good night' every day, though only because Aunt Susan scolded you into it. Right?"

Prisley chuckled, her eyes glistening with warmth and memory.

Something stirred deeper in Spencer.

Her voice wrapped around him like a familiar blanket, and for a brief second, his awareness sharpene