Ava's POV
Rose met my eyes and nodded.
“Yes,” she said firmly. “You never left.”
My pulse roared in my ears.
“You left the knitting unfinished,” she added. “I’ve kept it all this time.”
The ground beneath me seemed to tilt, the room spinning slightly as if I’d been thrown off balance without warning.
For years, I had borne the accusation. The certainty in everyone else’s eyes that I was the culprit.
A sound tore from my throat. A sharp, broken laugh. And then, hot and unstoppable tears slid down my cheeks before I could stop them.
My wolf surged forward in overwhelming relief.
For so long, it had been just a handful of us who believed in my innocence. Nora, Richard, my grandmother, and me.
But now there was someone else who knew I was innocent.
I pressed a hand against my chest,
