Violet
Rowan had slept for three full days.
And it surprised Mira that I didn't want to check up on him. I wanted to see him, but at the same time I wasn't sure I really wanted to even though the bond would slightly draw my attention towards that closed door that led to the inner rooms more times than I cared to admit.
The older lady would check up on him on my behalf with the practiced concern of someone who had raised children and grandchildren. She would return from his room with reports delivered in her odd chatter.
At times, she reminded me of my grandmother.
Except that she never talked this much.
I had fully recovered on the second day and I had slowly gotten to know this quaint family of two.
Mira would talk constantly, filling the house with stories and observations that required little response from me. It was almost a relief. I could listen without having to reveal much about myself, and she seemed content with my quiet presence.
