I laugh lightly, but I’ve learned how to rebuff advances and compliments designed to show interest. I lift my left hand and run my fingers through my hair, showing off the gold band on my ring finger. In the human world, Alice Lane is a widow. Initially, I had planned to tell people I was married, but at some point I would have had to introduce a husband to them. The widow card was easier to play.
The few friends I have made often ask if I’m lonely. Katherine has tried to set me up on several blind dates, most of them ambushes. I’ve told her plenty of times that I cannot move on from my husband and that I want to focus on Mira, but my friend refuses to give up. She doesn’t seem to understand that while I have an abundant amount of love for Mira, there is no space for anybody else in my he
