August
Something seemed to be bothering Mercy. August wasn’t sure what it was, but all evening, ever since he’d come home from work, and they’d sat down to dinner, he’d noticed there was something weighing on her mind.
Recently, his mother had taken to working the evening shifts at the healing center. At first, August had told Isabella that wasn’t necessary, but now that he had evenings to himself to share with Mercy, he was sort of glad to have the house to themselves. It was almost as if they were a married couple. Sometimes August almost forgot that they weren’t married–that he hadn’t even told her how much she truly meant to him yet.
As they finished up their pork chops, which his staff had so excellently prepared for them, he began to wonder if perhaps that was part of the problem.
