Reconnections
Olwin’s smile scarcely creased the delicate skin around her eyes.
She’s lost weight, Irenya thought. I can see the bones of her face. She held out a large bunch of pink and white roses, picked while giving Mikey a tour of the gardens. ‘Meia’s greetings,’ she said.
Olwin took the offering and slipped into Irenya’s embrace. She told Irenya how terribly, terribly sorry she was to hear about the death of her baby. Irenya bowed her head and accepted the commiseration without comment. Living with the lie would not be easy.
‘Uncle Gedric has said little about Akkod,’ Olwin said as she fiddled with the floral arrangement. ‘I hope you will tell me about … well, everything.’
Irenya glanced at the inner door that led to Gedric’s apartment. One of Brianne’s sneaky pastimes was to lu
