Haven’s POV
When I had closed for the day and my apprentices left, I took the handkerchief to trash it in the bin. My heart couldn't stop palpitating as I stared into the bin and squeezed the fabric in my palms.
A part of me wanted it out, while the other didn't, so I was conflicted. I didn't want to keep what would always remind me of him, but then, his leaving the fabric to me wasn't such a bad thing. People tend to do that a lot, and it doesn't really mean they were in a relationship.
If I trashed it and he found out, wouldn't he be so furious and disappointed? He would begin to think of what I take him for and how I misused his kindness towards me.
“s**t! What the f**k is this supposed to mean?” I yelled, my chest rising and falling rapidly. “I can't be dealing with myself like th
