Chapter 33

"Dad..." Henry gave a gentle, easy smile that felt both comforting and natural, like he was trying to ease Celestia's guilt or maybe just saying what he really felt. "Actually, this might not be a bad thing. You only realize how fragile your body is when you get sick. Now I've got no excuse but to rest properly." His calm expression only made Celestia's eyes sting with tears. The guilt she'd been bottling up burst all at once, and tears welled in her eyes, threatening to fall. Not wanting her dad to see her cry, she quickly looked away. The room quieted down for a moment, the silence heavy. Henry watched her tired face and felt a pang of guilt himself. If he hadn't collapsed, none of this would've happened. Wanting to shift the mood, he pushed aside his own sadness and tried to lift the atmosphere with a smile. Then, as if something clicked in his mind, he suddenly asked, "Sweetheart, what happened earlier anyway? How did you know where I was?" He paused, brows furrowing slightly, "Are