Maeve
“But…but how?” Alex asks, she is whispering too.
Alexandra is watching me, expecting. I listen carefully - I am pretty sure someone is coming our way but I can’t catch their scent anymore so I lean closer to her.
“I thought the room smelled somehow different than it should as I walked in. But I can also tell he has been moved. “
Her expression betrayed how hurt she was and I forced myself to continue despite how difficult my words will make it for her.
“Your father didn’t die in this room. What … what did they tell you?”
“Nothing, “ she shakes her head, “That he is dead, that’s all. “
Alex looks tired. Heartbroken and so my heart aches for her. Not only because I am a healer and I naturally feel bound to help the others but also because that's her. And I wish I could do mo
