Kayan’s hand shook as he placed it flat on the door to what had been Primrose’s bedroom. He had been gone three days. Long enough to give her a chance to get her things together.
Things would settle in. They would have to. She would get over feeling hurt.
She would be relieved eventually. If her father died, he would fulfill his duties as much as was needed, even if it was just on the legal end. Primrose hardly needed him to hold her hand. She was strong. Stronger than he was. Stronger, smarter, than anyone he’d ever known.
He debated whether or not to open the door. Whether it would be too final. If he left it closed, perhaps he could still imagine her there.
He shook his head. No. One thing he didn’t do anymore was ignore pain. Or feeling. She had taught him that. Had helped him fin
