Chapter 263 Interrupted Bonding

• ROWAN
• The river shimmered under the late morning sun, its surface sparkling like glass, broken by the occasional ripple of fish darting beneath. Calla’s hands clutched the fishing rod with determination, her tongue peeking from the corner of her mouth as she concentrated. I sat behind her, one arm steadying the pole, the other wrapped gently around her waist, guiding her movements.
• “Easy,” I murmured. “Let the current do the work. Patience is the secret to fishing.”