Aerion
The early morning light filtered through the large windows of my office as I sat at my desk, going over pack documents. I had skipped training, preferring to go straight to the office.
An engagement and memorial, two events I was not excited about were looming over my head.
The door creaked open, and I didn’t bother looking up to find out who it was. The scent of honey always announced her presence long before she spoke.
“Good morning,” Rose’s voice came softly as she entered, a tentative smile playing on her lips. Ever since that morning at my house, we had not seen each other.
I glanced up briefly, acknowledging her with a nod.
“Morning, Rose. You’re up early.”
She crossed the room, her soft footsteps barely audible on the wooden floor, and took a seat across from me, smoot
