I run a hand through my hair, my dad walking into the room, "Isa, I need you to--" His eyes land on Will and his expression soon changes into a sneer, "What are you doing near her?"
I swallow, "Daddy, just--"
"No, Isabel. Home. Now," He mutters.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
When we are children we seldom think of the future. This innocence leaves us free to enjoy ourselves as few adults can. The day we fret about the future is the day we leave our childhood behind. — Patrick Rothfuss, The Name of the Wind