Aira’s POV
The hospital was a happy place, despite the fact that many people there were sick.
Or at least it seemed happy to me. But I was so heartsick that anywhere would have seemed happier than the four walls of my room.
I’d taken to going to the hospital more and more, trying to distract myself from the pain. I’d also, secretly, been hoping to see the old woman who told me the story about her mate and her own broken heart. I hadn’t seen her the many days I’d come.
But, much to my surprise, that day, the old woman was there. I hurried over to her.
I didn’t even say a word before she put one wrinkled, papery hand on my cheek and said, “My dear, you’re brokenhearted again.”
Part of me thought I should just laugh it off. After all, this poor woman was in the hospital again. Surely sh
