Alyssa stared out the window. It was nearly winter when she and Melbourne visited her grandmother on their honeymoon, and in the middle of summer, she had returned minus her husband and her pride.
The events of the days after Megan arrived had played through her mind so many times, and yet her mind kept wandering the halls of the past. She never thought she would hate someone, but she hated Megan.
“You said you were going outside today,” Abigail reminded from the doorway, startling her from her dark thoughts.
“Yes, I did.” Alyssa did not move away from the window. Her skin tingled, and she did not have to glance at herself to realize Abigail had dressed her for the forest.
“So, are you? Your grandmother worries about you, and so do I.”
Abigail’s concern warmed her heart as much as
