The Goddess Vessel
There was no note.
Garvin, standing his watch, observed the package with a raised eyebrow but said nothing. When Lucas opened his door for his afternoon walk with Nolan, he stopped, seeing the parcel. He looked at it for a long time, his expression unreadable. Then, he bent down, picked it up, and took it inside.
He did not wear it. But the next day, the scarf was visible, folded neatly on a small shelf in his room.
It was an answer. Not in words, but in thread. An acceptance of the gift he had given, and an offering of warmth in return. A silent conversation between two people bound by a history of pain and a practical partnership in the present.
Bab Populer