Garrett’s POV
I stood there watching Aunt Rose kneel down on the floor to wrap her arms around little Orson.
Looking at her face after all these months, a heavy knot of guilt tightened deep inside my chest.
I haven't seen Aunt Rose in months. To be completely honest, nothing in my life felt the same over the last five years. Ever since I lost Jasmine, I slowly isolated myself from everyone who cared about me, actively pushing away the very people who loved me most.
And I hated myself for pushing Aunt Rose away.
Besides my own wife and son, she was the most important person in my life. When my father died years ago, and my mother committed suicide shortly after because her heart couldn't survive losing her true mate, Aunt Rose was the one who stepped up.
She was the one to shape m
