Aira’s POV
Aspen stayed for another week trying to comfort me.
We went to the children’s home, the hospital, and the pack houses. During the day, it helped. But at night, I still dreamed of Knox. When I dreamed. When I allowed myself to sleep. It was far too painful, dreaming of him, so I slept only when I absolutely could not stay upright anymore.
Finally, Aspen couldn’t stay any longer.
“The festival is happening next week, and I have to be there,” she apologized as Scarlett gathered up her things and the carriage was packed up. She held my hands, her eyes troubled. “You should get in touch with Knox, Aira. Maybe it’s not what you think.”
“I’ll consider it,” I said faintly.
She pulled me into a strong hug. “I love you so much. I want you to be so blissfully happy. You deserve it.”
