#Chapter 62: A Different Kind of Note

Aldrich immediately stiffened, shooting a glare at the woman. But I recognized the voice.

The woman with eyebags dark as her hair looked down at me, her two children hugging her legs. They looked almost unrecognizable, their cheeks flushed with lively color and their eyes no longer hooded and unmoving. Their scabs were nearly fully healed, faded all the way to a pale and unnoticeable pink. The woman’s were healed as well, and when I saw her smile, it was like seeing the planet rear upside down in the best way.

“And I know you,” I answered with a grin. Aldrich shot a confused look at me, his glare dissolving.

“You saved my children and I,” the woman commended, holding a small wicker basket of goods. She looked down at it before offering it to me. “I told you I would never forget your kindness.”

“Please don’t,” I waved the basket away, shaking my head, “We have enough goods at the palace, and you need it more than me.”

The woman still held the bas