âSelina.
â
It was Kysonâs voice!
Through her tears, Selina felt Kysonâs hands gently lifting her.
âSelina, are you hurt?â Kysonâs face etched with concern.
âNo, Iâm okay.
â Selina mustered a weak smile.
With a stern look at the reporters, Kyson commanded, âMake way!â
Respect for his status moved the crowd, and they parted.
With Kysonâs safeguard, Selina advanced, a wave of relief washing over her.
She lifted her gaze to find Lyndon a short distance away, his face devoid of emotion.
With eyes still red, Selina greeted him with a feeble smile, âLyndon.
â
Silent, Lyndon turned to Kyson.
âLetâs go inside.
The celebrationâs about to start.
â
Kyson agreed, âSure, Selina, join us.
â
She yearned to accompany them, yet in Kysonâs presence, she feigned reluctance.
âI wonât be attending, Kyson.
â
His brow creased in confusion.
âWhy not?â
âI justâ¦â
Selinaâs voice trailed off, her facade of frailty momentarily faltering.
Kyson stood resolute.
âIâve said before, no matter who you are, youâll always be a sister to me.
â
Selinaâs heart soared at his words, though she kept her joy hidden.
âStillâ¦â
âIf she doesnât wish to, donât press her,â Lyndon interjected, his tone icy.