Sitting in Aiden’s lap, I feel comfortable and don’t want to discuss what had happened earlier, yet I know we have to, which displeased me a great deal. Deciding to put it off until he chooses to talk, I just relax into his chest and let myself enjoy the serenity that I find here. It ends much too quickly for my liking though when Aiden begins to shift underneath me, and I know that it is time to talk. Turning me so that I am facing him he humbles himself in front of me, “I am sorry that I took off like that, love. I was just overwhelmed about the fact Bri is still alive. She has been gone for one hundred and twenty three years now.”
Putting my hand on his cheek, I direct his eyes to mine. “What happened to make you think that Bri had died, Aiden? You don’t seem like the type to believe
