The funeral was over. Kieran was resting in the Ridgway family vault, and she was once again back in Paxton’s apartment. She was feeling so drained.
Was it the pregnancy?
Was it Paxton?
Was it the funeral?
Rhiannon took a few steps into the living room, not knowing exactly what to do. Where to go. What to say. She just stood there, in the middle of the room, looking at the evening sky, so red and wonderful.
“This was Kieran’s favorite part of the day,” she said quietly.
“I didn’t know that,” Paxton replied, walking slowly towards her.
She turned and gazed at him.
“He used to say that evenings are a gift… That each evening brings with it the promise of a new dawn... of new possibilities.”
Rhiannon laughed bitterly.
“Well... I cannot see this new dawn, Kieran,” Rhiannon said, and
