Sya's POV:
I swung my legs around, munching on the apple in my hand. I was sitting on the kitchen stool, near to the kitchen island, and chatting casually with Cara as she did the dishes after dinner. I did ask her to let me help her but she refused and forcefully put me on the stool. Turned out, she was a great company. She was funny, smart and I didn't even realize she was an old woman. Well, she hadn't come off that way the first time I met her anyway. A smile made its way to my lips as I remembered how she'd teased Kane the night she first saw me. Speaking of which, it had been a week since Kane and my first date, the night of our first kiss, and I was so happy. And for the first time in my life, I was content. But it scared me too. The way I'd found happiness in Kane. The thought
