Chapter 9
Mireya’s POV
I relaxed against the swing couch on the porch, sipping on my apple juice as I watched the sun set. The last few days has been therapeutic, I woke up when I wanted to and slept at my own time too.
I would certainly miss the freedom that came with staying alone. “I got you some bread” Drake said as he stepped onto the porch, his sister holding the back of his shirt between her fingers.
We had settled into a sort of pattern these last few days. Drake and his sister came over once it was sunset to…I don’t even know.
I would have loved to say it was to check up on his injuries but that would be a lie. His injuries were long gone and forgotten apart from the long scar he had that spanned from his forehead to the bottom of his cheekbone on his right cheek.
It made hi
