I wasn’t hypoglycemic. I just remembered someone once told me that sweets can help the heart heal, even just a little.
I accepted the candy, unwrapped one, and popped it into my mouth, savoring the small burst of sweetness.
The sweetness of the candy spread on my tongue, and for a moment, it felt like my mood lifted. Quickly, I unwrapped another piece and held it out toward the girl. She hesitated, but then took it from my fingers and popped it into her mouth.
With a gentle push, I tucked my handbag into her arms, keeping the remaining candy in my palm and waving it lightly. “It’s only fair to share. If you don’t want these, I’ll just toss them in the trash.”
I offered her a reassuring smile. “This world isn’t as terrible as it seems, you know.”
With that, I turned and walked away, feeling a lightness in my heart. I couldn’t tell if it was the taste of the White Rabbit candy or the joy of helping someone else that buoyed my spirits.
The walk home took two hours, but as soon as I opened the door, I found Landon lounging on the sofa in his nightgown, focused on his phone. The moment he glanced up and saw me, the smile slipped from his face.