Chapter 10: The Banshee (3)
That night, Everly tried several times again—grabbing Shelly’s face, shouting “Ko! Ko!” at him, trying to jog her useless dad’s memory about the clothes.
Unfortunately, Shelly and she had absolutely no rapport. She grabbed his face, and he swatted her hand away; she shouted “Ko! Ko!” at random, and he thought her mouth hurt, so he pried it open to check inside; she pointed with her little finger like she was giving directions, and he clapped in surprise—then pulled out his phone to take embarrassing photos of her…
After all that fuss, Everly had completely run out of patience.
A baby’s energy is limited. After all that commotion on the bed, Everly’s eyelids began to droop, and sleepiness swept over her. Shelly was already tired too. Seeing his daughter’s eyes half-closed, drowsy, he pulled over the blanket, reached up to turn off the light, and soon dozed off right beside her.
Alright, alright… Shelly was so lazy that even if she woke him now, he still wouldn’t go out in the middle of the night to collect the clothes. Better to remind him tomorrow—just hope there’s no fog…
Everly closed her eyes and sank into a deep sleep, overtaken by growing drowsiness.
…
When she opened her eyes, Everly’s first instinct was to look out the window.
Through the glass, she saw bright sunlight outside and let out a sigh of relief—today was still sunny.