Chapter 41

Sasha had her eyes half closed, but her fists were holding onto her father’s fingers. Given that, as Ivan had told me, small children of her race were very dependent on their mothers, it seemed to me that she was also very attached to him and was constantly looking for him. When he wasn’t looking for me, of course.

I had a moment to feel guilty again, occupying a place that did not belong to me in the eventful days that this adorable little girl was having. I preferred to concentrate on what I had to do, and I blew a little on the colorless iodine that I had just put on Ivan’s eyebrow with the brush. At that moment it occurred to me that I could have been a good mother; I was quite decent at treating injuries and applying adhesive bandages.

When he spoke again, it startled me and even caught Ishida’s attention:

“So… what is it like writing young adult novels?” Ivan commented calmly.

His question threw me off at first.

I didn’t think you would care about