Dera.
I had spent the entire day curled up on the couch, staring blankly at the TV without actually watching anything. My mind kept running in circles, replaying every moment I had spent with Louis, every time he had shown and I had ignored the little signs. Somehow he would pop up and say something I didn't remember telling him, and he'd tell me that I had let him know a bit back. I never questioned any of those things. I had no reason to, did I? Not until now.
Zara had tried to sit with me for a while, and her tiny hands kept on patting my arm in that sweet, concerned way she did when she thought I was sad. But I didn't want to let her see me like this.
So, I forced a smile and told her.
"Mummy just needs some time alone, baby."
She looked up, her little brows furrowing.
"Are yo
