Acceptance (2)

Oh my my, Richard may have enjoyed himself way too much. I liked him already.

Killian sighed, a heavy sound that echoed in the kitchen. "I'll figure something out."

As he hung up, a sudden realization hit me. "Operation Walk?"

Killian nodded. "It's a pro bono fund for foot deformities.”

“I know what that is.”

“I've been supporting it for years."

Shifting from werewolf showdowns to pro bono surgeries, to me, ice cream seemed to be the universal remedy for anything. I decided to take a walk the convenience store.

"Mom," I began, turning to my mother with a twinkle in my eye, "how about we indulge in some ice cream? Chocolate, perhaps?"

Her eyes lit up, and a smile stretched across her face. "Oh, chocolate sounds delightful, dear. And maybe some extra sprinkles on top."

I nodded, appreciating her choice of comfort food. With a glance at Killian, who still looked like he was wrestling with the weight of the world, I decided that a sweet distraction was in order.

"Come on, Killian," I sa